Come Back, J

I hate it when she disappears the way she has.
I get upset and sift obsessively through
What I've done and said to try to understand
Why she has turned from me. I have some
Faults. I know them well, but she always
Has shrugged at them, has loved the better
Parts of me, and I have loved her half-
Crazed sweetness. I have found no faults
In her, except for this disturbing tendency
To disappear.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-09-07 at 18:41

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