Such a Scrawny Thing

I dream sometimes that she will show up
Unannounced to visit me, and we will
Sit outside to talk and share the autumn
Sun, and everything which has gone
Wrong between us will go right again.
I still won't get to hold her, and we'll
Never kiss, but she'll be with me.
Sadly, that is all that I may reasonably
Dream.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-18 at 14:14

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