"Why? How do you know? How can you prove it to yourself?" I donÆt know. How do I know if IÆm hungry? Do I have to prove it to myself? Starve to death and then know that I was hungry? How do I know my love is real and not the imitation of puppy dog infatuation? A hundred thousand questions I didnÆt care about, because I cared about her. And although this is never good enough, itÆs good enough for me. And if by chance I know why, then thatÆs not love. But if I find myself at a lost, then I am found.

1/30/98

In this Way

Yesterday is but a day,
but a year was yesterday.
And if I should wait that day,
and it should turn yesterday.
Will that wait turn into days
in its steady ways?
Just to see my hope for yesterday
give away in haste.
But what I fear most, IÆm afraid,
is this pain I cannot slay.
And if I wait in this way,
I am dying everyday.

1/30/98