Vancouver

The photographs all are the same:
The two of us, in jackets, in the rain
Somewhere. It always rains, and, in
The murky light, beside some water,
Always inky black, we hold each
Other. We are smiling, partly for
The camera, mostly because, each
Time, always briefly, we are pleased
To be together. Soon, I have to leave.
The home I knew no longer suits me.
I cannot be bright enough, these days,
To overcome the lack of light. I know
She has to stay. Along a deeply
Shadowed path beneath a patch of
Looming trees, we kiss. I tell her
I will miss her. “I know. I will miss
You, too,” she says before releasing me.
Our jackets rustle. Once again, it rains.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-18 at 12:37

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