For J
Said we could turn out to be lovers of note,
Romeo, Juliet, Tristan, Isolde. It was clear
As we wove through the catacombs underneath
Paris, and capered down cobblestone streets.
It was clear as we laughed beside Snoqualmie
Falls as that wedding photographer tried to keep
Pushing the groom's older brother, who seemed
To be rather too keen on the bride, from
The camera's view. It was clear in Las Vegas,
In Chinatown, everywhere. Now, it's less
Obvious. You've found a job, and one half
Of a continent keeps us apart. Sometimes,
I look at pictures of us in the places I've
Mentioned. I sigh. It would seem that
A moment has passed, and it's no longer
Likely that we will be lovers of note.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-02-05 at 01:53
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My Mistake
If you had asked me (you didn't) I would haveSaid we could turn out to be lovers of note,
Romeo, Juliet, Tristan, Isolde. It was clear
As we wove through the catacombs underneath
Paris, and capered down cobblestone streets.
It was clear as we laughed beside Snoqualmie
Falls as that wedding photographer tried to keep
Pushing the groom's older brother, who seemed
To be rather too keen on the bride, from
The camera's view. It was clear in Las Vegas,
In Chinatown, everywhere. Now, it's less
Obvious. You've found a job, and one half
Of a continent keeps us apart. Sometimes,
I look at pictures of us in the places I've
Mentioned. I sigh. It would seem that
A moment has passed, and it's no longer
Likely that we will be lovers of note.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 20 times
Written on 2021-02-05 at 01:53
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