The Word, "Relationship," Describes What Already Has Died

My eyes glaze over as she complains.
We're having the Conversation again.
Why can't I... Why don't we... Where
Do we stand? What does she want
From me? Love doesn't last. It's a
Beautiful flower which blossoms,
Then fades, leaving two people
Proximate, no longer close. Can
The blossom regrow? I don't think
That it can, but we get along well
Enough, most of time. When we
Don't, and we have to have
Conversations, I begin thinking
We're done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-01 at 14:09

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