The Man with Two Heads

I'm done. Too many days have passed,
My elbows on the breakfast table,
Batting back and forth the questions:
Does she love me? Does she not?
I have so little evidence, a glance,
A word, a lack of words, some
Movements, nearer, farther off,
And ponder, not as one, but two,
The fool, himself in love, who
Twists the facts to prove that she
Is, too, and someone colder,
Used to loss, who's certain this
One, like the others, doesn't,
Cannot, love the fool for reasons
Anyone would know. The fool
Protests, “Just wait and see.
Tonight, the signs will show
She loves me.” “No, they
Won't,” says Mr. Cold, while I,
So cloven, leave the table, less
Done than undone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-15 at 16:14

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