I find
I’m longing more
And more each day for you.
It’s just as if you’ve put a curse
On me.
I rise
Each morning and
You’re on my mind, and then
I find you’re on my mind again
Each night.
Perhaps
Someday I’ll find
A way to break the curse,
But ’till then I’ll enjoy it while
I can.
May 18, 1981
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