Once in a While

Do I see myself at your side on a beach in Algarve?
I do, but I know that I'm dreaming. Do I hope,
Someday, we'll again share a table, and frites
And wine on a sidewalk in Paris? Of course,
But I haven't been holding my breath. I'll join you
At odd times. I think we'll stay lovers, but your
Life's ill-suited to pairing with mine. I beg
You to visit. You say that you can't, and I tell you,
Likewise, that I must stay here. I'll wait for the
Odd times and texts that you send, but, mostly,
We'll meet in my dreams.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-07 at 22:53

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very sweet.