Blindsided

I'd give my right arm, my long-lost friend,
To spend another day out on that trashy
Little beach with you, examining
The lifeguards, perched on high on chairs,
Their mirrored shades obscuring what we
Chose to think were faces goddesses would
Prize, and dashing down into the lake
To cool and rock to waves the powerboats
Made passing by. Some beers, illegal
Contraband, at hand, such clever conversation,...
But, at some point, something failed,
And you drew off. You never said why
You decided you could not be friends
With me. I've made up theories. Nonetheless,
You're gone, and you're not coming back,
Not even if I offer to give up one of my arms.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-01 at 01:23

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