I Thought That You Knew

This town's not all that big, you know,
And when someone, such as yourself,
Or someone, such as me, does as we
Did, espy, across the arid aisles of the
Discount store, the one we knew at
Once was meant to be the one we
Had to have, and, eyebrows raised
To signal so, began to move toward
Each other, spider-like, at awkward
Angles, tongues will wag, and, so,
They did, and, as we fought off
Accusations, I may have forgotten

To admit that I am mad for you

And, in the company of those, whose
Presence served to signal that we were
No more than friends from work, we
Set to setting up a code. The cues from
Me, so good as affidavits, I had thought
Would tell you what I'd not exactly
Said,

That I am mad for you.

And, now, I watch you getting married
To a man, who's younger and has
Money, as I never did. I'm sitting in
The seventh row, in rental suit, intent
On reaching your reception for the
Liquor and the kiss without conviction,
Thinking,

I've been mad for you,

But never told you so.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-06 at 01:26

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