Always a Shadow

Summer arrived, and, with it, a feeling of loss
Which I never could say I knew. It was
Somewhere behind everything I encountered,
The trips to the beach, the trysts with
Those girls who quickly made clear that
They planned to do better, the tortuous
Junkets to celibate islands, the cars,
At sunset, on vistas at places where
Others brought lovers. I was alone.
I gave thought to expiring out in the ocean,
But didn't. You know that. Know this:
I did die. Decades pass. I drift through
Them, inanimate, bearing this still-inexplicable
Loss.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-16 at 13:41

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