Comments about Lawrence Beck
For the One Who's Gone
What remains here, Ariel, a void,
Your absence, shelves of diapers,
Baby food, but not the face, the
Voice, of who I've come to love?
Myself, of course; where would
I go? I stare. I wonder what you'd
Say. I wait. You said that you'd
Return. I ache to have you where
You're not. You're with your family.