The Dull Hum of Daily Existence

I've become more adept at distracting
Myself. I'm near you less often. I have
More distractions. A new motorcycle;
It's stove-burner red. (I would give you
A ride if you asked me for one.) I have
A grand-daughter, seven weeks old,
Who I watch twice week. I have doctors
To see. I can't focus so much on your
Absence these days. I do grieve when
I've seen you. How often is that, once,
At most, two times, for seconds each week?
The rest of my minutes and hours and days
Are so dull as the ones that I knew before
You. My love's become small. I take it
For granted, and don't even notice it
Most of the time, given all that
Is distracting me.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-29 at 14:04

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