Robert Rorabeck

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Like A Child Delighting - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I seem to be partaking in a sea that has no memory—
And this is my last day in Shanghai,
And I have been finishing up a bottle of white wine
Held over from our wedding:
I am not trying to appease you—
My wife is already married and is going to have my child.
The world I will go back into tomorrow is a world
Of ghosts and phantasms—
A desert of Disney World, and maybe I will think about
The things I once almost had with you,
Touching down upon the cold facts of that concrete
Tarmac,
But truthfully my heaven is already with me,
And she has forgive everything that I am,
And everything I have already done—
And you are just a well the unicorns drink from
Hypothetically,
Though I will come back to you like the times of
A merry-go-round, stealing little glances like a child
Delighting in things that will soon become mundane.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 7, 2012


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