An Enduring Mystery

You're near. That's all I need to know.
The details of your nearness are obscure
To me, but that's okay. I'll write to you,
And you'll reply. I'll conjure up your
Face and voice, and be pleased because
You have told me we will meet another
Time. This news will get me through
The days until we do. It isn't much,
I realize, but, after what I've said and
Done, to know that you're still near's
Enough. Perhaps you'll take the time,
Someday, to tell me why you are.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-26 at 14:19

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