Someone With Whom to Share a Dreary Day

If I were to miss someone, today would be
The day I would. A day of dreariness and damp
And cold could kindle just such feelings.
I might think back to some autumn afternoon
With an old lover. Several of them come to mind,
Set, like store window mannequins, against bare trees,
Black streets, gloved hands and puffs of breath,
In places far away from here. I might miss the days
Like this with old friends in their cramped apartments,
Drinking coffee, smoking, trading “lofty”
(Should I say pretentious?) arguments
Of several topics, none of them to be resolved,
But I lost these friends years ago, and, truth
Be told, I miss tobacco more than I do their
Opinions. Those old lovers either left me
Or I them, and, afterward, I never wished
That they'd be back. It might be nice to have
Someone with which to share a day like this,
But I don't want that person to be anyone
I knew.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-20 at 20:45

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