Stasis

She knows how much she's meant to me,
And knows, and says in cryptic fashion,
That we cannot meet again. She wishes
I would turn away, and I do also. Ah,
But when? This, neither of us knows.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-25 at 14:32

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