Motel Morning

Lobby coffee, not so good.
She glanced at me.
I'd hoped she would.
Two smiles, two tentative hellos,
A table shared.
What next? Who knows?
A stroll, a kiss,
A sweet romance?
Her husband's coming;
Not a chance.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-23 at 13:13

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