The Girlfriend

She calls to wish me happy birthday,
Voice refreshing to my ears as water
Chuckling in a stream. I'm thrilled.
In time, she has to go, and, once
She does, the ache which had grown
Dull becomes quite sharp again.
I'm glad she called, but she still
Isn't here.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 66 times
Written on 2018-09-14 at 19:11

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text

An interesting little poem. Starts quite cheerily, but ends in desolation. Reminds us that everything in life is transient.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
It is precisely the role of the girlfriend, to make you happy for a moment and carry on with her life, while yours darkens.
An interesting contrast with the Missus.