Here

I am certain that she wants me here,
Near, though I suspect that even she
Can't give a reason why. She cannot
Have me as a lover, cannot have me as
A friend. She cannot let somebody
See us, even as she waits for me, and
Smiles when she sees me coming;
Even as she works to keep me close
With lariats of words. I've tried to
Tell her not to worry. I'm not going
Anywhere. I'll take whatever she
Will offer, not as lover, not as friend,
As what she has to have me be. I'm
Here and near and hers, though neither
She nor I know why.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-12 at 03:04

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