For Sameen

A Mystery

He starts awake. He's on a lawn
A half a block from Ellen's house.
He doesn't know how he got there.
He wonders if he went to see her.
If he did, what did she do? He
Wonders if their dying love lays
Lifeless in her doorway now.
He stands. That hurts. He
Runs his fingers through his
Hair and brushes grass blades
From his clothes. He turns
And plods toward his home.
So many questions, none with
Answers. That's all to the good.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-21 at 22:28

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
how many mysteries are worth looking at them since we know nothing about it....

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Life is full of questions without answers ... just like in this poem.
You have me wondering what could have happened. Nicely done.
Oh, for Sameen ... of course :)

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good mystery, indeed.