Hardly Original

Cliched, the meeting on the street,
Hello, hello, how have you been?,
The bite to eat, the catching up,
The dancing eyes, the sense, at
Times, that time was lost, but, now,
May be retrieved, the sorrow when
They part, the numbers written
Onto scraps, exchanged, and
Promises to call, the touch of lips
To lips so missed, but pleasant,
Nonetheless.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-07 at 17:15

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