You Know, Whats-his-name

Goodbye, I say, but not aloud, as I have
Said hello so often, said so many other
Things, but never once aloud. I watch her
Circled by her friends, who smile and
Chatter. Some are crying. She exchanges
Kisses, hugs. I haven't seen her look
This way, and, if she did, what would
She see? The man, at once, both near
And far, who wouldn't speak, who
Couldn't speak, and, thus, stands
Mute, beyond the circle, wishing her
Goodbye.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-21 at 00:11

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