On My Way Out

The candle gutters. I guess I should go.
The weather has changed. The worst of
The heat is behind us, the worst of the
Cold to come. You are silent and fidgety,
Seemingly done with whatever we were
To each other. You look as if you are in
Mourning, as always, ahead of me. I'm
In the dark, as I've been all along. I would
Rather be in it than seeing the light,
And that means that I guess I should go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-09-02 at 20:35

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