Almost Paradise

To be here beside Charlotte, who still is asleep,
Recollecting the evening, all that we said,
And the wine and the veal, the walk to this place
Through the summer-like air; to be watching the sun
Coming up through the shades, knowing neither of us
Has to work until Monday; neither of us even has
To get dressed, and that we can have coffee together
Outside on her balcony, and to be, somehow, depressed,
Indicates that I'm truly insane.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-29 at 14:53

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