Red Shift

I turn inward from my labored breathing,
From my weak and pounding heart,
And from my loss of faith in you.
I don't know if you loved me once,
But I'm sure you don't love me now.
No cat crept up to take your tongue.
It's clear you hold it on your own,
And there's no need for me worry
Whether you will be okay. You won't.
That's simply how you are, but you
Want nothing more from me,
And now, as I withdraw from all
The other aspects of my life, I may
As well withdraw from you. Do what
You can. I wish you well, but my
Concern for you is ebbing as your
Presence fades.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-29 at 17:21

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