Sorry, Dear, Your Lease Has Expired

Her eyes light up, as yours did before
You turned your back to me. She
Waits for me to call her name, and
Stammers, as you used to do, in
Search of words to keep me near.
She isn't you. She's very nice,
And, inasmuch as you have made
It clear that, even if you love me,
You want me to stay away, I'll
Take my own love back from you,
And offer it to her.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-02 at 01:53

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