I Hear Her Sobbing a Name. It's Not Mine

I dream, eating a sandwich, of leading
A more dramatic life. I have wild hair,
A ruffled shirt, and, on a cliff above
The sea, in darkness and in pouring
Rain, I'm telling my beloved that
The time has come. I have to go.
She weeps, of course, and we
Embrace, and I can taste the salty
Tears (or is it ocean spray?) upon
Her lips. We move apart, my
Fingers drawing slowly from her
Outstretched hand, and then, at last,
With one more lacerating backward
Glance, I dash away, and we're
Forever changed. My sandwich
Almost done, I face a mild, hazy
Day, a thousand miles from an ocean.
She, who I believe I love, feels nothing
Of the sort for me, and, when I go,
She won't be changed. Days will pass
Before she even notices I've gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-04 at 13:23

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