January 4, 1974
9:45 p.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
After the Last Love Songs
Yes, some can turn to everybody else,
Pretending they're extremely extroverted,
masking all their hopes in return for a date,
But as I gaze upon
all the young girls
With their inward smiles and
locked-up diaries, I find I'm looking for an open
book-
Not a page on Saturday night,
But a novel to peruse with my existence.
I will find her someday
But until that time I'll keep trying,
Wistfully writing my last love songs to her
And hoping someday she'll pick one up
and read
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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