Fido

She's gone again without a word.
I swear it wasn't me this time,
But I'm abandoned, nonetheless,
And acting like a dog which can't
Believe his mistress moved away.
I call a couple times a day to say
I hope she's doing well. I circle
Past her building in the morning,
Looking at her shades. They're
Always down, so she is gone.
I circle in the evening to see if
Someone's turned on the lights.
It's dark. Again, I know she's
Gone. I don't know why. Will
She be back? I wish she'd left
Some word.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-05 at 22:40

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