Not One of Those Guys

Should I make like a TV detective with her,
Spirit her into a windowless room, and then,
Gun on my belt and badge in my pocket,
Lean over her and demand that she answer
The question which eats at me, almost
Like acid: “Why did your love simply
Flutter away?” Would I have the strength
To accept what she says? I suspect that I
Wouldn't. I'm not a detective. I'm someone
So beaten by what I have lost that I doubt
I will say anything.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-11 at 04:59

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