June 18th, 1978 9:30 p.m. poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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"Three Weeks Hence"   Cathy poem
(Watch Me Chase the Shadows)

E'en though the radiance reflecting from my
glasses (coming from you -- you understand)
remains harmless flirtations guaranteed
to make me happy.
                                It doesn't
I yearn to reflect your love

E'en though the smiles and touching
gestures (a lover's gentle touch) aha
a joke --  a whim I'm laughing -- those
puckered lips mean nothing to me
                                now
I wish they did once more.

Brightness (as in your visage) fades
with the coming of the tear - stained
night -- overlooking tomorrows
        I'm chasing shadows
        which disappear
        at
        the close
        of each day.
And the next day I begin again

All gold cars look like '70 Catalinas
All shadows past the window have 
your hairstyle

All remembrances of past loves
disappear in the shadows
which I chase
Ever moving shadows
I'll never catch them

Three weeks hence -- you'll be gone
watch me chase the shadows
to eternity.

MFN
(depressing, ain't it?)
6-9-78

1978

copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri