Two Days in the Life of an Empiricist

The world, as it always does, has offered
He who claims to see it clearly its assent:
Nowhere upon it is there love. This wasn't
True a day ago. There'd been a woman's
Backward glance, a start, a thought that
Eager and embarrassed words, and fluttered
Lashes represented love at birth, and, lo,
The world showed it did. The birds in
Trees had chattered madly. Squirrels
Chased each other, and two dogs had
Coupled, copulating on a lawn along
The way to work, where she drew close
To him. But, then, today, inside a place
He'd saved to be its nursery, the baby
Love had coughed and died. The woman
Whined and, when she didn't, she went
On about herself, the life he'd hoped that
He could share revealed to be so full of
Her there wasn't room for him. Now,
She has gone, and will not be brought
Back, and, from the nursery window:
Not a creature anywhere in sight, the
World proven, as he knows, to be
Devoid of love.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-23 at 15:33

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