Drinking to Forget Being Forgotten

Drunk by six, and off to bed by eight,
Exhausted by the words I babbled,
Which you never heard, I take your
Face, so porcelain and perfect, to
The sheets with me, and sleep,
And, when I wake, I see, but
Cannot speak, and you are gone,
Forever, married to a man, who's
Better suited to you than this one,
Who's drunk and filled with fears,
The greatest of which is that you
Won't hear the words of love I
Meant to babble. You will go with
Him, and I, who'd hoped to have
You close forever, or a while more,
Must face the fact that you've
Departed. I, another drink in hand,
Will meet the sheets without your
Face, and understand that you,
In all your porcelain perfection,
Never even noticed I was near.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-08 at 01:19

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