Afterimage

A drifting cloud will block the sun,
And I will think of Ariel. An empty
Chair will speak her name. The
Months have passed since she has
Gone, and I've been told she won't
Return, but, like the afterimage of
A light, still seen when eyes are
Closed, her memory remains
With me. I cannot make it go.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-21 at 15:16

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