Star-Crossed, or Something

I don't begrudge them. Their romances.
I am sure, are fine. They stroll the local
Shopping malls. They give each other
Google eyes at mid-priced seafood
Restaurants, and hurry home to watch
TV. and part (and parting is such sorrow,
We've been told), but, in the morning,
One will call the other, and they'll
Find the time to meet again, while we,
Who love more deeply, surely, never
Meet, and all we have are brief exchanges
Through the air. I, sometimes, suggest
To you that we could make a home
Somewhere, in Mexico or Portugal,
But mundane matters leave us fixed.
I look out at the snow and know Nebraska
May not part with me, and Washington
Will hobble you with murk and drizzle.
In the end, those others will find ways
To put their footprints on our sunny beaches
As we fail and fail again to pick a place
For us to be, and I'll try hard to not
Begrudge their joy, despite our lasting
Sorrow. Their romances will be fine.
Less so for you and me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-28 at 01:18

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