The Next Shift

Being where she'd been the day before produced an ache,
A sort of hunger of the mind, which nothing could alleviate,
Not radio or friendly chatter. Either only made it worse.
I worked in silence through my shift, and left, unlike the
Day before, with no one to seek out to tell goodbye.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-17 at 22:08

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