My Mistake

I was under the impression that she loved me.
There's a chance I was wrong, but, like everyone
Else, I selected what I would see, and she stuck
Close to me along sidewalks, through stores
And museums. She laughed at my wisecracks,
And said she admired my left-wing rants,
And even my poetry. Love, I believed, was
What softened her eyes as she gazed into mine,
But I'm starting to think that I may have been
Wrong, as she's far off and no longer answers
My calls. I still wish I was with her, but it seems
Unlikely that she wishes she was with me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-19 at 14:49

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