Before Dawn

Half a moon above has lit a half a love.
She looks at me. I take her hand. I need
Somebody here, but her? It's hard to say.
We search for things to talk about. The
Moon departs, and darkness, as it often
Does, envelopes me. She turns away.
“I need somebody here, but him?,” she
Wonders, and she cannot say. She also
Fears she may be feeling only half a love.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-15 at 14:50

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