Insignificant Other
Like a brief report that something happenedSomewhere no one ever goes, a coup or an
Earthquake, a thing like that, she reads the
Message he's sent to her. He's leaving,
He says. He's not coming back, and she
Tries to see why this should matter to her.
A strange man won't show up at odd times
To talk. She won't have to attempt to find
Things she can say. The world still turns.
She'll be meeting at six with some friends
For some pizza. The note is forgotten,
The man who had written, what was his
Name?, not anywhere she'll ever go.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-02-02 at 12:49
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