Splinter

My love persists, small thing,
A splinter, noticed only now
And then. I know of no way
To extract it, so I simply live
With it. You are my love.
That's who you'll be forever,
It's begun to seem. You've
Long since ceased to make me
Happy. Now, you cause me
Little pain. Near enough
For me to see, but, otherwise,
Light years away, I find
That I cannot forget you,
Cannot tell myself that
You're of no concern to me.
My love persists, but I'm
Not troubled. It's a tiny thing.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-09 at 13:59

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