June 15, 1976 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Journal For Today

I live each hour
And wait and hope and pray
That someday 'she'  will find me.
In all my searches, I've never found 'her'.
I've only found heartbreak
for countless hopefuls -
And for myself as well.
I guess I'm just an incurable romantic
(Although Ruth said I had none of 
		the Romantic in me at all.)
I know I'm a paradox
I know I'm two people
And the real me only shows it's face
I've always said I exist in my poems,
And as each year passes
My poems dwindle
My life expands
My God, It's June already
I've been at my present address for
Seven months.
I went out with Ruth for
Half a year.
Time is almost useless 
As a yardstick anymore.
Days become weeks -
And weeks become years -
I'll let you all know
				someday
What I think of you
With a tear in my eye.
						Oh fuck, I can't finish this. MFNyiri

1976

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