I'll Never Forget...

She was, of course, quite lovely, and it's
Okay if you call me shallow for my
Eagerness to get know that brown-eyed,
Dark-haired woman.  Books may be more
Than their covers, but the covers matter,
Don't they?  They'll lead you to choose
The book.  Her modest dress and nerdy
Glasses hooked me in a way that others'
More overtly fetching garments didn't.
Consequently, I did all I could to stay
Near her, to talk and tease, and, before
Long, she also often came to me.  We
Were not lovers, curse the luck, but we
Grew very close, and, then, one day,
She told me she'd be leaving.  We hugged
Once, and she was gone.  That happened
Several years ago.  I don't know why
I thought of her today, but I did.  Doubly
Sad, I understood that there's no chance
That she'll return, and, almost worse,
I realized I can't recall her name.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-06 at 22:04

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
it reminds me of the lyrics of a song

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Forgetting her name? That's sad if this is meant to be taken at face value. But I suspect there is a veiled meaning to the forgetting of her name. You are so right about the attractiveness of the cover causing the desire to choose the book. However, when we start to read the words inside only then do we know the reality of what is inside... or get a glimpse of it. In fact, I'm not sure we EVER know what is inside?
When read at face value this delightfully poignant poem may reflect something in the reader's own experiences: It did mine.