Overcast AM, Partial Clearing Later

Dawn comes, gray and ugly, and that
God-damned girl who stays with us
Has risen, come into this room, and
Fidgets with her god-damned phone.
The day breaks inauspiciously, but
I'm not all that angry, really. Last
Night, my love, long so silent, raised
Her head and spoke to me, though
Only briefly, just enough to reassure
Me that these days of gloom would
End, and we will be all right.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-10 at 15:36

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