She May Wonder

First, I see us doing all those things
That other lovers do. We stroll a
Sidewalk, hand in hand. We pause
Somewhere to face and kiss. We
Sit at night, beneath a blanket,
Her back to my chest, my arms
Around her, and we talk about
What we have done, what we
Will do together. I see us in bed,
And then I see the consequences.
I'm ejected from my home, to
Scrape by in a shitty room, my
Family divorced from me. Her
Mother hates me. She grows
Distant, done with one who's
Broke and old. Finally, she
Leaves for school, relieved,
Among the young again. We've
Broken up, no longer lovers.
Having seen what has to be,
I smile when I catch her looking,
Go to her because I must, but
Do not reach to take her hand,
Aware that those things other
Lovers do must stay undone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-02 at 23:08

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