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I checked. I am 800 miles from you, almost 5,000
From Nebraska. I am here alone, wishing you
Had come with me. I miss your laugh, your lovely
Face, your smell, the way you suddenly withdraw
Into your telephone. We're not at all the same,
I know. You're young and vital. I am, at best,
Somewhat stoic, marching hours next to you
As we tick off the tourist sites. Where did I
Love you most ?, I wonder. Was it when you
Sat, still Catholic, in the pew in Notre Dame,
Or was it when we moved together, arms
Around each other, Fred and Ginger, on
The Eiffel Tower? Was it when you came to bed,
Or was it when you said goodbye, and suddenly
I realized how slight you are, all skin and bones,
And how slight was my satisfaction? You're 800
Miles away, and soon you'll be much more than that.
With luck, I'll see you in the summer. Until then,
Please don't forget the one you've left alone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-06 at 19:55

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