Ghost Stories

Accidental, So Acceptable

One day, when my hopes are almost gone,
A day which could come soon, I'll meet
You unexpectedly, and we both will be
By ourselves, and meeting not by means
Of guile, not at all immorally, but just
By chance, and that will let us love again,
Though only briefly. I will call your name.
You'll start. I have a gift for scaring you,
But then you'll smile, and we will quickly,
Without thinking, hug the way that old
Friends do, except we'll find we can't let
Go. I'll ask you how your life is going.
Maybe you will say, “Alright,” or maybe
You will tell me what's gone wrong,
The way you used to do. In time, you'll
Say you ought to go, and I'll say it was
Great to see you. Then you'll slip away
Before I get the chance to tell you
All you'll always mean to me, and we'll
Go months, perhaps forever, working
Closely, but pretending we're not lovers,
And that hope's not almost gone.


Silent Night

I'll be with her tonight at work. They'll
Hand out little horns and pointed hats,
And give us several minutes to shout
Happy New Year at each other. Somehow,
She'll move close to me. She does that,
Though she will not speak. I doubt
She'll even look at me, but, in our
Painful false estrangement, we'll
Both know what we are to each other,
What our circumstances force us
Not to be.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-01 at 05:17

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