January 11, 1995
4:51 pm pst 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Poem For the New Year 1995"
I write of the pain and the sadness
The missed moments
And moments missing you.
The quivering shyness
The frown and the shudder
And times I only dream about
We used to talk of being happy
We used to act happy
you told me so
So
I wasn't happy and now it's hard to
be happy again.
Was I indeed happy?
Can I be happy again?
At times the poetry proclaims its positiveness
It's very reason for being.
But most times nowadays the poerty is gone
Words are few
Creatively fleeting
I write with a promise
Never to give up.
On enyone else or you
And I want you to think that I
Am so strong I will wait forever
For the right feeling.
Oh how I want that feeling with you.
Oh how I needed it
Never asked for it
Lost it without knowing what it was.
We haven't connected yet but I bet
Connection is possible
Love grows
A thing that isn;t thrown away still exists
I will try to rekindle the fire
The cold weather will try to douse
I write with a prediction
After love is directed at another
And another's love is directed at another
A love lost or misplaced can be found
And a love which wasn't much
can be renewed and strengthened
We never hurt so much as when
We love the ones we hurt
And then it hurts to love
I have loved all
The bearded homeless, the suffering arthritic,
the redheaded cheerleader, and the innocent child.
I cared, I touched, I loved
Then I felt cheated
And I lost my care
Didn't care to touch
And
Loved
No one
No One couldn't give me any love.
Then I loved you
No one couldn't make me give you up
And in 1995 I write of the happiness.
The happiness I feel, like now, when
alone and reflective
The happiness I felt from you today
The happiness I feel will soon
come to us
A love renewed
I'm still here, like always
Because I need that love, and the love
I dreamed about.
Mike Nyiri finished
5:11 pm
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