Lawrence Beck Poems
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I no longer love the one I did for three long years.
Besides, she's disappeared again.I love the one
I loved before her, having spent some time with her
In Paris just a month ago, but we don't get together
Often, and we're rarely by ourselves.Paris was
The first time I had seen her in some sixteen months,
And it's unlikely we will get to be together very soon...
So why wish for someone who can't be near?
Why spend two years lamenting that last love?
It's as if longing's simply something that
I always have to do, its object almost arbitrary.
When I force ...
I made my way toward home aboard a bus,
The picture of defeat,disheveled, half
Hungover, half still drunk, with Amy's
Curses echoing through me."You
Take, but you have given nothing.
Years have passed, but you don't
Change.I've found another, better,
Lover.Take your wine and cheese,
And go."I did, and, on that empty bus,