Friday, November 04, 2005


It is always like this.
I have to love you
While you stand apart
Warm, indulgent, drifting, lost.
Like my best poem for you
tantalizing, teasing, within grasp.

And then it eludes


Like a hazy memory
Like a morning dream
Like a vague thought.
Like a . . .
Like . . .
. . .


© Dan Husain
November 03, 2005

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