Leaving J

God-awful drizzly morning. Six. Still dark. She woke for me.
Still mostly asleep, she smiles. We kiss once. Then again.
Goodbye. I drag my suitcase down four flights of winding stairs,
And out onto no longer charming cobblestones to catch a bus
To catch a train to Munich. She stays with the room. I imagine
She'll return to sleep before she also leaves for her home in Bordeaux.
The train station begins to fill with businessmen and glossy dolls,
The sort that Paris has in spades. They're potted plants, and lovely,
But I want my unkempt Yankee daisy. Soon, the sun is rising. I am
Moving at 200 miles per hour into Germany. My heart, I think,
Is sinking at a faster pace than that.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-26 at 09:37

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