December 27, 1975
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Paean To Terry
You wanted to be my friend
And a tear comes silently to my eye
When I think of you.
All those last love songs were really for you
And no matter who crosses my path
The poetry will mean something
only when I write it for you.
I proclaimed I didn't love you
And I found it hard to live -
Around you.
I would construct a house about you
with the bricks of my love
But the walls would never speak.
I would yess my love through the air
But it would scatter with the wind
Before it reached your ears -
And as I think back I think
I was afraid of only one thing
That you would say "no".
copyright 1999-2007 by Michael F. Nyiri
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