Once Burnt

A woman who I used to love appeared
Today. She showed up shopping in the
Store in which I work, and seemed not
To have changed. Beautiful as she had
Been, and looking, as she did in public,
Lost or just preoccupied, she didn't see
Me. I chose not to say hello to her.
I do not love her anymore, and, given
How our time together ended, I would
Rather that I didn't start again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-06-13 at 18:23

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