It's There in Black and White

I try to read the business news, but can't.
I've gotten antsy, fearing I have been so
Long away that she's developed second
Thoughts (assuming some had come up
First), and now she has no use for me.
I haven't much to offer her: a circumscibed
Affection, which she seems to like, but
Can't acknowledge, and, of course, this
Antsiness. She isn't someone hard to
Love, a red-haired beauty, moving
Toward the things she wants deliberately.
In other words, she's unlike me, and,
Given time to calculate the benefits I
Bring to her and balance them against
My costs, she will, like those in print
Before me, choose to disinvest.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-17 at 16:32

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