Some Confusion Surrounding the Exact Definition of "Done"

We're done. That isn't what I want.
It's what she thinks we ought to be.
I'd hoped that she would change her
Mind, but months have passed. I've
Given up. She's careful to steer clear
Of me, and I'm resigned. I am not
Bitter. I want what is best for her.
That, it seems, is us apart, and,
Toward that end, she's called us
Done. I wish I felt the same.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-02 at 14:43

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