For Ariel
I'm sure you know. More than once,
You've seen me torn apart by my own
Guilt and doubt. You leave. You say
That you'll return, and do, but I'm
Convinced you won't. I tell myself
That my transgressions (there always
Are some to cite), at last, have driven
You from me, but you, so steady,
Say, “Don't worry. I must have you
Near.” I shake my head. What's
Wrong with you? But I have no
Desire to know. I don't desire
Anything. You're back, and I am
Reassembled, basking once more
In the love I told myself had gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-11-23 at 17:15
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Me, of LIttle Faith
I won't say how the weeks have passed.I'm sure you know. More than once,
You've seen me torn apart by my own
Guilt and doubt. You leave. You say
That you'll return, and do, but I'm
Convinced you won't. I tell myself
That my transgressions (there always
Are some to cite), at last, have driven
You from me, but you, so steady,
Say, “Don't worry. I must have you
Near.” I shake my head. What's
Wrong with you? But I have no
Desire to know. I don't desire
Anything. You're back, and I am
Reassembled, basking once more
In the love I told myself had gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 67 times
Written on 2015-11-23 at 17:15
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