Forever After

Perhaps we'll live as fairy tales suggest
We do, forever after, on a beach, but where?
Angola, Portugal, the Riviera? I don't care.
I need you near, and, if you cannot join me
As I bask on some far sunny shore, I'll wilt,
A lily without water. I can't persist in a chaise
Or penthouse if you stay away from me.
My pension won't amount to much
If all I do is wish that you were near.
I hear waves come. They roll onto
The sand beyond Luanda, in Algarve,
Or in Monaco, but I'm alone, and you
Are out of reach, the one who seems
To have concluded that the fairy tale
Is not to be believed



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-12 at 03:40

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