That Damned List

I take you into bed with me each night.
We kiss before I sleep. I strain to recollect
The way you talked, the music of the laugh
I last heard seven months ago. I sift
The Internet for signs that you've covertly
Come to me, and, when I see them, I am
Pleased a moment, then I'm out of sorts.
I know the reasons why we can't be lovers.
I won't bother reading off the list I know
You know. Instead, I'll gaze in sorrow
At the photographs that I can find,
And hope I'll see you've come again,
And bring you into bed to be with me
Before I sleep.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-29 at 21:02

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes you'd like to throw away that list!
Ashe
2018-05-01