Luce Darwin


He Put Me In A Caste - Poem by Luce Darwin

You put me in a caste
when you pity me.
Though I know pity is the only reason
you ever began to think of me.

In my mind I make our
documentary.
We are never in the same scene,
though we never think of anything else
but exchanging the lines we
had never said.

Or I never said.

I never said
anything.

I drove by your house
near midnight.
I never see you where I expect you to be;
in your driveway,
waiting for the bus.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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