Better the Facsimile

A hologram of her, would it suffice?
I think it would. It's not as if she'd
Ever hold me, ever really have me
As the lover I had hoped to be. A
Disembodied image, maybe set up
To respond the way she always has,
With vacant bonhomie, might meet
My needs. In real life, she's been
Disappointing. As an image, maybe
Not. I'll turn her on and long again.
Then turn her off and go about my
Business, less the shattered man
That I become when she is in
The flesh and near to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-25 at 02:54

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