Working Title: The Enigmatic Madame A
Maybe I'll write a book someday,A frustrating, unsolved mystery
About a man, who, for no reason,
Really, fell in love with a woman
Who never said too much to him,
Who didn't want to be seen with
Him, but seemed to enjoy his
Company for a while, and then
She went away. Then she came
Back, but she spoke not at all,
And the man, unable to not be
In love, never learns the reasons
For what she did. Was he bad
To her? Was he bad for her? Did
Someone tell her to stay away?
Why did she come back? What
Did she want? The answers aren't
Given. The book is no good.
People want to read mysteries
Which are solved, not ones which
Start where they end, in frustration.
Nevertheless, I can see myself
Writing that story someday.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-09-26 at 18:25
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