A Trifle

She is sleeping now, not far from here.
How I wish that I was with her. I
Would have her in my arms. I might
Sleep, too. I'd be content, but, as
Things are, I am not with her. Wide
Awake, I do not feel content.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-27 at 18:27

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