In Your AbsenceI'm going through the motions, J.
I couldn't write a decent love song
Now if I was facing death. You're
Too far off and rarely speak, and I,
Who've loved you pitifully, I, who
You at least once loved in equal
Measure, cool, a mess of dying embers
Under ash. I do see women sometimes,
Lovely, haughty. They've no use
For me, and, really, I've no use for
Them. An empty vessel, I can smile.
I can even say hello, but I'm just
Going through the motions
In your absence, J.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-10-15 at 15:24
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