I saw her by herself as I was leaving,
And I said, “Goodbye.” She looked
Up and she smiled at me, something
She hadn't done in weeks. Her smile
Had the warmth it used to have
So many months ago when I would
Come to visit her. Back then, it was
An invitation. “Stay. We'll talk.
We'll both be happy.” Now, she
Can't be seen with me, and, so,
That smile, though it pleased me,
Made me love her all the more,
And seemed to show that, somewhere,
Deep within, she'd saved her love
For me, could not be an invitation.
It was now part of a coda, paired with
Her “Goodbye.”

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-13 at 22:04

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Beautiful and bittersweet

So sad yet so beautiful. Nicely done!