Intimacy

This town is too damned small for me
To do what I'd do in a city: change my
Job, how I drive home, and find another
Place to drink. I wouldn't have to worry
That I'd see her on a city street. There
Are so many more of them, and no one
There would look at me with pity or
Amusement. No one cares about
A guy who seems as if he wants to die,
But here, there's just one place to
Work. There's only one road to my
Home, and I will see her; there's no
Doubt, if not outside the courthouse,
In the only bar in town, and with her
Will be all the people who have heard
She hates me now. Each will try
To catch my eye to see how pity or
Amusement plays across my face.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-22 at 23:51

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