On the Eve of Our Reunion

Why be so nervous now when all was well
Last week, before I left? Precisely because
All was well. Nine days have passed. What may
Have changed? The sun which was her smiling
Face may show up shadowed, not so warm,
The one within less pleased with me, and
Every step I took reversed, the words,
The precious stones I polished, judged too
Gaudy, cast away, the man who'd seemed to
Make her happy found annoying, grimmer,
Nervous, ruined in a week.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-05 at 20:48

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