There Goes the Neighborhood

Farewell, fare well; I mean that, Dave.
Your leaving leaves this place diminished.
Days will draw out into endless emptiness,
And, in the nights, no one will cross the
Strip of grass between our houses, bottle
Bearing, bent on toasting to our health
Until we both are ill. I'll miss your
Children and your wife, the shouts and
Laughter in the summer, shovels
Scraping when there's snow. I'll miss
These months of desperation, waiting
On each other's porch for word that
Someone has a place where we can work,
A wage with which to pay the bills
Which pile up. I'm happy that you found
A job. I hope I will, but, if I do, I won't
Have anyone to tell. Farewell, old friend.
I understand. You have no choice. You
Have to go, but, even now, before you've
Gone, I wish it wasn't so.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-02 at 13:16

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