One worries when the train has gone
That what had seemed to be was not,
That “mutual attraction” really was
One-sided after all, and that the parting
Kiss was less the product of affection
Than a gesture lacking any meaning.
You know how it is up there..., but
Word arrives (too late to stop the train,
To take another back) that mutual
Attraction was the fact. The kiss came
From the heart, and parting, said to be
Such sorrow, truly was. What can be
Done? Not anything. It's too late now.
The kiss will burn, like lye, upon
The lips, but she who kissed is far away,
And he, whose knees were weakened
By the kiss, must forge ahead toward
A future without her, the kisser, without
Arms to hold him, without laughter
On the crowded streets. The train
Proceeds. One heart is broken,
Maybe two. Like magnets, mutual
Attraction doesn't work too well
When its two poles are set so far
Apart. I see her picture, lick my lips.
I'm several borders from her now,
And won't be coming back.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-08 at 01:08

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Kisses that are gestures are the worst.