Before We Loved

I hadn't known
what was missing
yet I felt the emptiness.

I hadn't dared
to dream
yet I felt the yearning.

I hadn't asked
for comfort
yet my pain was obvious.

I hadn't known
what love was
until you walked in.

I hadn't really
lived...
before we loved.

by Mary Nagy

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This was one of my 'daily poems' sent to me seemingly without rhyme nor reason. I was surprised at how contemporary his work would be now,2006. I could imagine him performing as the young passionate poets do, no notes, the possibility of adding sound such as snorts and possibly ironically placed swelling strings. This one I could see embellished with a couple of snorks at the end that Mary Walsh is so famous for. The ones that she produces with a whole donut in her mouth.