Ushered Out

Not so sweetly as I'd hoped,
She puts her hand upon my
Shoulder, shoves, and says,
"You have to go. Ben and Kate
Are coming soon." Who these
Two are, I don't know, but
I obey. I rise and dress, and
Shuffle toward the open door.
She follows me onto the porch,
And turns me for a final kiss,
Then asks if I'll be back on
Friday, sweetly as I'd hoped.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-04-20 at 21:26

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