Dawn

I see her where she may not be:
Outside, to have a cigarette.
She shivers in the early dawn
And paces. It's too cold to sit,
And I, two hours later on,
In stronger light, with cigarette,
Imagine what she'd say to me,
And see me pull her close to kiss,
Which, when we've bridged the
Time and distance, always seems
What has to happen, though it
Never has.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-24 at 14:16

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