She Got What She Wanted

I'm sitting on the quay tonight. I think her ship
Is coming in. The ropes are thrown. The crew
Is leaving, saying they have come for her, and I
Don't know what I should think. In days, the one
Who I'd wished well when she was stranded
In her basement will be out of reach of me,
And past the point of needing wishes. Seated in
A leather chair, resplendent in a woolen suit,
She'll smile, and say she's glad I came,
But she has so much work to do. I shouldn't
Stay. I know as much, and, later, at night,
On the quay, the ship which came in leaves
With her, and I wave. I know she can't see me.
What she'd hoped for came to be, and I believe
I'm happy for her, but, as I stare at the waves,
I'm not sure what to think.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-14 at 01:36

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