I'd Give Anything to Have Back Those Words

Say "Sheila" to me. I will wince,
And not by choice. I simply will.
My wounds remain a little raw,
My future shorter, present, tense,
And what had been, until she turned,
A past that was a cloisonne of brightly-
Colored, cliched episodes, the walks
Along a beach, the scones and Earl Grey
In bed, the drives, the afternoons
Before the fire (which I felt within)
Has shattered, shards beneath the
Feet which carried her away from
Me, almost as if they were themselves
Offended by my observation, which
Was, they are large.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-09 at 20:39

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