In Your Absence

So, yeah, my life has lost its color. There's nobody
Here to prowl the aisles of the grocery store
In search of signs of marriages about to burst,
Of businessmen with cheating on their minds.
I get the items on my list, and that is all,
And then I go back home. No one is waiting,
Set to tempt me with her practiced languor.
No one sees things as I do, and radiates
Your special beauty. I just grit my teeth,
And rub my hip, and moan, and recollect
These latest days, in which, as always, we seemed,
Somehow, to be drawn together, two as one, two who
Ought to be as one, though you are several states
Away. I'm on my own, and blowing, puffing up,
Your claim that you will move down here.
I doubt you will. I wish you would, but, in the meantime,
I trudge off to work, and hope the opiates will help my hip,
And curse what has become, with you again not part of it,
A life which is devoid of color, nothing like the one
I led when I was close to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-19 at 02:26

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