She'll Know. She May not Care

I don't suppose it's accurate to say
She won't know that I've gone.
She'll start to wonder where I am,
Why I no longer come to her.
Her eyes will dart when no one's
Looking as she moves from place
To place within the hell I'm set to
Leave. She'll wish she still knew
She was loved as she threads
Through the crowds of those who
Act if she isn't there, but, given
That she worked so hard to not
Have me be seen with her, to
Not say anything which would
Suggest that I meant much to her,
I doubt that she'll admit to feeling
Hurt when she learns I have gone.
It may be accurate to say she
Won't feel much of anything.
It doesn't matter. I will
Never know.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-29 at 23:22

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