I was never told
Love is found and lost
Bittersweet profound;
Where the day recedes and the darkness roams,
I still thread the needle's eye in
Sorrowful hours;
Yet, I could have loved you.

I was never told
Time sinks the fire
In the lossened thighs, moribund;
Where the self secedes and the formless roams,
I still harbor in gasping shores
Tethered soul;
Yet, I could have loved you.

I was never told
Tears would blind man and
The embrace of woman's inside;
Where heaven descends and the boundless roams,
I still hover over the impulses hid-
Swelling on the ground;
Yet, I could have loved you.

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T. Byram Karasu, M.D. is the author of Rags of My Soul