This is How the Buddha Would React, Right?

I'll live. We'd both agree to that,
And one would find it welcome news.
The other? Difficult to say. I saw
Her, bent, below. She had her
Suitcase, and she hailed a cab.
She glanced up, toward this
Darkened room, but didn't wave.
She disappeared. I returned from
Work one day to find what she
Had left behind was gone. She
Didn't leave a note. She took
The money in the jar, and
Smashed the glass that covered
That old photograph of her
And me embracing on a
Mountain peak. It's evident
Our love is dead. It doesn't
Matter. Nothing does. She'll
Be forgotten soon enough,
And, anyway, I'll live.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-24 at 00:41

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