Looking Ahead

No, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?
(She's gone.) Start fresh; that's
What I'll do. I'll fill the void
(Left in her absence) with, I
Don't know, lots of things.
I'll cook a roast. I'll paint
The hallway. I'll find tasks
So tedious that I must
Concentrate on them (and
Not on her, and what I've
Lost). My hollow eyes will
Fill again, and I won't want
To slit my wrists (or seek the
Means to turn back time). I'm
Moving forward, yessiree.
Don't worry, I'll be fine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-13 at 13:51

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