For Now, at Least, Stay

You could stay. You should. Where else
Can you go? The city's shut down. I have
Plenty of food. We can go get your clothes,
And then wait here together for death to drift
Back to its favorite places, for calls that it's time
To return to our desks, and that lovely existence,
Which we took for granted, lurches to life,
Like an old gramophone that's been rewound.
All will be well again one of these days
(Except for those close to where death likes
To dwell), and, when those days come, if you'd
Like, you can leave, but I wouldn't mind
If you stayed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-28 at 13:54

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