GoodbyeThe pastel orange clouds, the oddly
Almost emerald sky, the lifeless
Landscape, isolation, lead me to
Recall the time two years ago, when
We were in Las Vegas for your
Sister's wedding. I'd hoped to spend
Time with you, but bridesmaids'
Hours aren't their own, and family
Members, coming, going, eating,
Drinking, always near, kept us
Apart, and, afterward, you flew away
And found a job, and now you're
Busy, out of reach. The sky's not
Emerald anymore. The clouds have
Passed, and I am feeling foolish for
Recalling you. What's done is done.
It can't be altered. Let the darkness
Overtake me. You are gone for good.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-11-13 at 00:34
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