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you know

there are nights when I could just cry

nights when hellos are ravished by goodbye

it doesn't seem fair

to let spill

such a deep sad sigh

where from even the guts of truth

there gurgles this fraud of a lie

I miss you so

you simply can not know

just how much

such want for you to be near

eats me alive

slow by slow remorseless inch

I fill in these hungry blanks in my mind

with poems

so to keep you alive

oh, but if you only truly knew

you too would cry

these same unstoppable tears

this life seems like little more than

a punished gift

ah, but one I shall all too gladly return

back to God

whole

worthy

and cleansed

and if I am 'Luck's Love'

then and only then

shall I see

my you again

but hopefully long before even that

this much I can at least hope

for as you know

hope is everything

to the all too human heart...........

(March 18, 1999)