Burned Out

Done as if a switch turned off, as if
A light bulb's weakened wire couldn't
Take the current when it came again,
And simply failed. It seemed as if
She felt it, too. Our conversation flat
And dull, our eyes not dancing when
They met. What wasn't likely when
It started couldn't keep itself alive
In hiding: lack of nourishment.
Now, I'm not sorry I'm alone,
And I don't wonder what's she's
Thinking. Chances are, with some
Relief, she's told herself we're done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-13 at 21:47

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