Thinking Inside the Box

We should be strangers again, I think.
That would be better for me. I'm
Not sure about you. You are here
Now so little, my ledger is wrong.
Its credits, your presence, don't
Equal its costs, as I grow ever
Sadder the days you are gone.
You were smarter than I, keeping
Me from your life, which absorbs
You. You needn't give me any
Thought. Yes, you love me when
You find me here in this box,
But you close it so easily when
You must go, and I stare in its
Darkness. I've no other life.
I lay captured and ruined, and
Wondering lately if we should
Be strangers again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-01 at 00:45

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