Look, Jack, I May be Miserable, but I'm not Insane

We will see what the therapist says about this.
He won't make much sense of it. I know I
Don't. The woman with whom I'm obsessed
Is a fantasy, so he has said. I was worried
He's right, but I spent most of Saturday with
Her. She's real. She's all that I ever had
Thought she would be, but she's back out of
Reach, and I'm grieving, obsessed, not with
Something fantastic, but something which
Was. Let us see what he says about this.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-13 at 23:09

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