Just Past Midnight

Do want me, Gina?
Look at the hour.
Think about all of the things
That are falling apart in the world.
In a flash, we could die
Of disease or catastrophe,
Man-made or not,
And I can't see a point
To maintaining appearances
When no one's watching,
And nobody is. Those all
Around us have other concerns.
You can leave, if you'd like
And drive back to your home,
And the cold bed that's in it,
And I'll enter mine, but we've
Both lived so long for so little
I'm hoping that you want me,
Gina, that you'll drop your keys
And finally tell me you do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-09 at 13:14

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