Standing in Snow

Something is wrong. I'm standing
On a hill above a lake I've never seen.
It's grey, so cold it's almost frozen.
I thought you would join me here,
But my phone bears bad news.
You're still at work. The clouds
Are sinking lower. Soon the lake,
So uninviting, will be out of sight,
And I, alone and cold and disappointed,
Will, if I have any sense, retreat into
My car. I'll go, and, from the airport,
I will call. I'd hoped that you could
Get away. You couldn't, so I'm going
Home. I'll gaze at frozen lakes from
There, and tell myself that, though
I love you, you're not likely to be near,
And I'm not likely to continue
Hoping you will be.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-17 at 03:58

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