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)