What's Done is Done

They blubber into empty glasses, weeping
For the loves they've lost. I look, cocked-
Headed, like a dog. “You miss the ones
Who walked away? You really wish that
They'd return, and you'd forgive them
If they did? Am I psychotic, or are you?
Each lover I have had who's gone no
Longer means a thing to me. If one
Returned, I'd stare, cocked-headed,
Say hello and move away. The loves
Are dead. They can't be raised, and
I've no urge to weep.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-06-26 at 01:28

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