Away

I should be the deer that trots into
The forest, and is gone. I shouldn't
Say a word, and she should henceforth
Be a stranger, in her cottage on a street
This skittish creature will not walk,
The two of us disjoined the way we
Ought to have been from the start.
The love which was was doomed
To fail, a thing which lacked a place
To flourish in the town or in a forest,
Let the stag slip out of sight, and let
The lady go about her business.
She may love again. The stag intends
To stay alone, enveloped in the twigs
And leaves. A solitary life may suit
Him. Being paired did not.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-05 at 15:30

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