Departing Juba

It was clear even then, the last time
He saw her, that her adoration had
Ebbed. She wasn't so sold on him
As she had been. They had a nice time,
A nice enough time, but she had been
Busy, not always around, and, on that
Last morning, when he had to leave,
She got up to hug him, then went
Back to bed. He stared blankly
At wet streets and lights in the dark
On the hour-long taxi ride out
To the airport. Slumped in his seat
With an eight-dollar cocktail,
He flew from her coolness
And rainy America to South
Sudan, with its dryness and heat,
And isolation which wasn't relieved
By the sound of her voice or words
She had written, and, now that he'll
Be going back to her shortly, he
Doesn't look forward, the way that
He did. He dreads. He's sorry
That he has to leave to relearn
That her ardor has ebbed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-10 at 22:29

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