A Break-up

The end arrived with recriminations. When does it not?
Probably never. A dismal sort of a dance ensued, with
Us returning to what had been home by ourselves, when
We could be certain that that one with whom, once, we
Swore we would never be parted would be away. I would
Look at the mail on the kitchen table, the boxes of books,
The piled-up bedclothes, and see what appeared to be
Props for a tragedy. Something had died. I found
An apartment. The pain of our break-up, the years
Of contentment, quickly grew faint. I went on with
The aspects of life which had not been affected by her
Having ceased to be part of me, part of an "us"
That had fallen apart. Scar tissue covers old wounds,
And it's numb, and, in time, I stopped thinking of her.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-09 at 03:26

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem, Lawrence: It strikes home to an event in my life that mirrors the content, only, in truth, I could not ever forget her. But I can understand that it is the quickest way to stop the bleeding heart from paining you. I now remember with a soft, loving fondness for what once was and could not ever be again - and having moved on to a more permanent love over 50 years ago, realise I don't want it to happen again. Too painful! A great poem. 10/10 from me. Blessings, Allen

Fuck, this is so sad. You have communicated sadness, regret, and pain in such an elegant, and even respectful way. I envy your talent, and am in awe of your skill.

Wonderful, wonderful poem.

Reminds me of Gilbert's Failing and Flying