Inspired by Elle's Life on Mars


Ancient Mariner

Something jogs my memory, a poem by a
Woman I don't know, a smell, a view from
Here, a crappy cafe on a coast. It faces
East. I think the one I'm thinking of
Was facing west. I think I sat at such
A table as this one with someone
With whom I was simply nuts in love,
And, after some heroic efforts, some
To reassure myself, and some to show
Her she could trust me, on a hill, above
A city, by an ocean far from here, we
Kissed, and moved in with each other.
Life was blissful, for a while. In the end,
We came apart, and I began to drift.
I'd come to shore, as you see I have here.
And I would reminisce, and search
Surrounding faces, such as yours, for
Signs that what I saw in her would
Reappear to me, but pity's not the
Same as love, and east is not the same
As west, and reminiscence never
Really resurrects the past.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-06-19 at 03:46

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