The Misbegotten Story Board

I drew pictures of what I was certain
Would happen.  You wore a scowl,
And you pushed me away.  You
Trotted toward your (male) roommate's
Gray car, and I watched you be borne
Down the street, growing smaller,
Until you were blessedly separate from
Me.  I drew myself seated on asphalt,
Unhappy.  I had the sun set.  Later on,
I would rise, but I couldn't draw me
In the dark, so I stopped.  The next day,
When you came, you smiled.  That
Surprised me.  You didn't withdraw.
No one bore you away, and, when
Darkness arrived, you remained here.
You still have, but I can't show you
Next to me.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-27 at 01:03

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