Rightly Jilted

She's over there. I know, and in his arms,
And in a state I couldn't conjure, even if
I had her here, and in my arms. I am, and
Would be, out of sorts, and she, for all the
Failings that I've seen she has, would sense
That I would sap her of her peace of mind.
She said as much the night she rose and
Went to him. It wasn't that I didn't love
Her; only this: I lack the means to grasp
The satisfaction others find in life. I looked
At her, and watched her leave, and whispered,
“Yes, I know.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-26 at 00:44

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