Who'd Have Thought Things Would Turn Out So Well?

It's serendipitous, I guess, that I would
Say for her the words she wasn't bold
Enough to speak: “You do not want me
Anymore. You wish I wouldn't come
To you” at just the time she'd cut back
On the mornings she would spend with
Me. There won't be any awkwardness
As we pass in the aisles because we will
Very rarely pass; a day a week, most
Likely, less, and, in her absence, I am
Hoping, her heart-rending face will
Become indistinct. My love will cool
Until it's cold as these relentless,
Lightless days, and what is left of me,
The vessel, which was empty
Until she arrived, is drained again,
And nothing seems so sensible as
Dashing myself on the concrete,
Dying, being wholly done. She'd
Be relieved if I was gone. She'll
Fly. I'll shatter on the pavement.
We both will be better off. It's
Serendipity.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-09 at 00:46

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