For the One Who's Gone

What remains here, Ariel, a void,
Your absence, shelves of diapers,
Baby food, but not the face, the
Voice, of who I've come to love?
Myself, of course; where would
I go? I stare. I wonder what you'd
Say. I wait. You said that you'd
Return. I ache to have you where
You're not. You're with your family.
I'm at work, and hoping you have
Realized that this strange man,
More wrong than most, must come
To you when you are near, among
These shelves of baby food, and make
His feelings known, and try to fathom
How you think of him. I wait.
You said that you'd return. I hope,
But I may be mistaken, standing,
Staring, conjuring your image
In the void.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-31 at 22:38

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