THE IF!

Fags and drinks,
To cajole myself,
Just to forget I exist.
It was not,
Like this, till the day,
When true love made an exit.
There is one,
Beyond mountains, seas,
Who says she loves me truly.
Yet my heart,
Yearns for my first love,
Daphne...who in dreams I meet.
I cannot,
Ever forget her,
She is the life of my heartbeat.
Yet often,
I miss her so much,
I resort to fags and drinks.
Different,
It would all have been,
If she had lived...ah, the if!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of those poems I wrote after losing Daphne...decades ago...found while reading LIFE magazine (A preview of the first Ali-Frazier bout).

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