Indistinct

Barely two weeks later, I have lost the details
Of her face. I cannot hear her wicked laugh.
I've fallen back to numbly longing, knowing
That the one who's proven twice that she's
The greatest love that I am ever going to have
Has slipped beyond my grasp again. In two
Months, we'll be back together. Until then,
Peculiarly, I'll mourn the absence of someone
Whose features I no longer can recall.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-28 at 23:36

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