Two Backward Glances

How long will her face, so pale and lovely, glow beneath
The sun? How long will I recall her speaking? How
Long will the joy I felt with her here after all this time remain
Before she goes, as she said she must do, and what I
Cherish dims, and cannot be replaced?


If I'd grabbed her, who knows? Maybe she would
Have stayed longer. At this point, it's too hard to
Say. What I do know is that I am stuck in the house.
Though it's hotter than hell and the pool's just
Outside, I can't go to it now. With her no longer in
It, I stare through a window, crestfallen, alone.
I see her. I don't. If I'd grabbed her, perhaps
She'd still be here. I doubt it. I'm doomed to be
Hers, but I don't think she'll ever be mine.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-13 at 17:36

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