For the Best?

These are thoughts so pretty as they are unlikely:
Our shackles removed, our existing entanglements,
Spouses and children and parents and friends; we
Would soar; I can see us together, not as we are now,
In these shadows, but out in the light, at the front
Of a church with a preacher pronouncing our
Permanent union; yes, beautiful thoughts. And it
Isn't my nature to probe for some good from what
Isn't. You know that, but isn't this so: we are here,
Out of love with the ones who we married, affections
Eroded, not only by time, but by contact, the frictions
Which fire contempt? You and I, in our shackles,
Aren't able to rub. Will our separateness save us,
Lengthen our love? I don't know, but I cherish
The thought.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-01-19 at 15:33

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