Eureka!

It is done; strange, like the theft of
A wallet. A man sits up suddenly,
Thrust from a dream which had
Him with his lover, and nothing
Was wrong, though, in real life,
She'd seemed to be slipping away,
And, in real life, now, suddenly,
Still in his bed, in the darkness,
He understands that she is gone,
Like the wallet the pickpocket
Took on the train. She can't be
Retrieved. There is no point to trying.
In darkness is light. A burden's
Been lifted. His grieving,
He senses, is done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-11 at 12:59

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