The Cororner's Report

I Found the Pupa, Lost the Butterfly

She'll change, of course. She has already,
Twenty-one, not nineteen now, and much
Less Mommy's little girl, more a woman
On her own. She seems more certain of
Her worth than she was when I came to
Her and told her she was everything.
She may have changed because of me,
And now she's grown out of my love.
She doesn't need me anymore. So young
Still, she won't stay the same. I'd like
To learn what she becomes, but get that
Knowledge second-hand, as it hurts so
To be rejected, I can't stick around.


Lockjaw

I took care to tell her everything.
I thought she'd rather know than
Be caught by surprise. I told her
When I wouldn't be at work. I told
Her where I was, what I had done,
When I was out of town. I'm not
Sure if she ever cared. I made my
Love quite clear to her, and feel
That she was pleased with that, a
Little while, anyway. She never
Told me anything. She didn't
Want to give me access to the
Details of her life. She wouldn't
Even let me know that she no
Longer wanted me. She made
Me come to her to tell her that.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-08 at 10:39

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