An Ill-Advised Return to the Suburbs

To what end did I move among these vapid faces,
Glossy stores, these traffic-clotted streets
With names which bring back painful memories?
To have her say she didn't love me? That would
Seem to be the case, as that was what had happened
As I questioned how much I could handle of what
I had run from forty or more years ago. She led
Me back to break my heart, infected me with
Affluenza, made me sick, and now she's sent me
Running from her, and that still-depressing
Tract-house world of hers. I would have been
Much better off if I had stayed away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-21 at 02:13

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