That Villain, Commerce

She's wholly gone at last, not waving at me
From a distant window, not in touch through
Messages transmitted once or twice a week.
The one who loved me most withdrew.
She's found a job. I don't believe she had
A sudden change of heart, but my own heart
Says, “What's the difference? She who
Meant so much to you no longer can.
She's gone,” and, in the vacuum of her
Absence, in the sudden chill that's come,
My words freeze, and I grow silent, having
Lost the lover/goddess who had been my muse.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-19 at 14:43

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