strangely enough

the sun again will rise

and even the shortest of all days

to me will seem to run long

without my having looked even

once into your bright luminous eyes

then the night will come to torture

me with empty dreams

and mock me of my solitary state

then more oddly enough

for just a moment or two

the intense desperation will have passed

and like each grueling moment of it

you too had to go

Irony knows no greater threat

than that of a poet in pain...............

(March 22, 1998)

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