Note to Maria

I don't suppose that my demise is something
That you think about.  I doubt you think of me
At all when I'm no longer in your sight.  That's
Okay.  It's not as if I'm planning to propose
To you.  I think you're lovely.  That is all.
I doubt that we would get along, but there's
A chance that I still will believe that you are
Beautiful even in those final minutes just
Before I die.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-04 at 20:37

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