A Loss
and he lays there on his bed
regretting that he didn’t get to see her
through the lenses of his camera
or once again have her all to himself
sitting right across from him
close enough that he could smell her perfume
and see the light makeup she had on
in the ambience of a bookshop
she’s gone now
and days later he feels a loss
he won’t get to hear her read poetry
or watch as she drifts off into her thoughts
leaving the world in her wake
her bony shoulders
her elating smile
he wishes he got to talk to her one more time
to ask what she made of their only date
what her expectations were
and how he measured up
he wanted to tell her
how bigger than life she sometimes was
and at the same time so ordinary
getting drunk and saying shit
reeking of promise and booze
she’s gone now
on her way to where she’s supposed to be
he feels a loss
a loss that’s hard to place
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