On Platform B

Within their deep and shadowed sockets,
Lauren's eyes examine me. She hasn't
Had a lot to say, and I, in turn, am loath
To speak. The minutes pass in awkward
Silence. Soon, the train will come, and we
Will scurry to our separate seats. I will be
Relieved when she no longer can see me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-25 at 13:42

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