Julia

It took longer than it should have for her to go.
We hadn't been in love for a while, but, still,
When she walked out, I grew quite upset.
I was not feeling sorrow; more like wounded
Pride. She was lovely enough to make me
Look better, sociable in a way I never was.
Her departure diminished me. That's how
It seemed, and I moped for a week. Then I
Stopped. I discovered that I didn't miss her,
Or all of the tension from keeping her close.
Now, I remember only her name, and I have
No idea where she's gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-01 at 16:18

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