The Girlfriend

She calls to wish me happy birthday,
Voice refreshing to my ears as water
Chuckling in a stream. I'm thrilled.
In time, she has to go, and, once
She does, the ache which had grown
Dull becomes quite sharp again.
I'm glad she called, but she still
Isn't here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-14 at 19:11

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