1971
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Like Ships That Pass Etc.
We come here every day
And sit and stare
And work
And occasionally I steal a glance at you
And you look back.
Then we turn away
To what we were doing
And concentrate
And feelings pass through our heads
And we don't know what it means.
You are so beautiful
I say quietly
I curse
And watch you patiently never knowing
That you watch me too.
We come here every day
And we wonder
Why we falter
In grasping each other's emotions
Then we turn our backs again.
And silently cry.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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