Once is Enough

The old professor's time machine sits idle
In its basement room. He used it once,
And now he's gone. I hope he's happy
Where he is, since he is there, and it is here.
He has no way of getting home. Sometimes,
I come to look at it, to blow off all the cobwebs
And the dust, and , sometimes, I consider
Climbing into it myself to go back to two
Years ago to feel her love for me again,
But since I know what had to happen,
I stay here. I see no point in having
My heart break a second time.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-31 at 21:52

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