Bread and Wine, Echoes of the Metro

You sleep two hours west of here. You lead,
So far as I can tell, a pleasant and fulfilling life.
I doubt you wish you'd heard from me, but I wish
I could hear from you. Perhaps you've sensed
The restlessness which agitates my otherwise
Fulfilling life. I do have everything I need, I think,
But what I want is you, as I am haunted by those
Days we walked and took the trains in Paris,
Chattering as lovers do from dawn to dusk,
With bread and wine. I sit, awake, two hours
East, attempting to transmit my thoughts
To you, so you can understand that too much
Precious time's been lost. You ought to be
With me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-28 at 14:15

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