An(other) Epic Romance

She wants it over, so it is. Another
Love which flowered for a moment,
Never bearing fruit, and I will
Wonder what I've done. I'll mope
For days, perhaps a week, and, then,
The pain will fade. I'll fix my gaze
On daily living, and the love, and she,
Will be forgotten, as were all the
Others. Longing's painful, realization's
Bliss at first; it doesn't last, and,
Ultimately, there is loss. The process
Proves pedestrian. She's ending one.
I'll start another after we are through.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-09 at 12:37

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