Two Views of an Empty Room

It wasn't love which made him beg.
Their caper-through-the-flowers
Moments ended long ago. Their
Cooing coarsened into, sometimes,
Cursing, mostly, soft disdain. Their
Bed was just a place to sleep, their
Meals consumed to recitations,
Mostly to themselves, of errands
That they planned to do. The love
Had gone, evaporated. When she
Said she'd leave, he begged, for
Fear of facing life alone, but she,
So stubborn, chose to go, and, now,
A week without her, he believes
He'll be okay.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-16 at 12:29

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