Homecoming

I had high hopes for us, back when,
When we resided on these grounds.
We walked together to our classes,
First beneath the turning leaves, then
Through those leaves when they had fallen,
Then through never-ending snow.
We'd flirt inside the dining hall. I'd pass
You eating with your sisters, hear you
Groan, stick out my tongue, and take
My place among the faceless dormitory
Drones. My high hopes dashed by prophesies
Of paltry paychecks evermore, I watched
You gravitate toward him. He had the means
To keep you happy. Years have passed,
But little's changed. You're still together,
Maybe not so satisfied as you were then,
But he still has the money. I still don't.
Though gray, you're lovely as you were.
I feel like sticking out my tongue, but I'm
Afraid that, this time, I'd hear you
Sincerely groan.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-24 at 16:46

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