Just Beyond

I would listen
To the bird song.
The melody light and airy,
Reminding me that

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There was still beauty
In this world.

Beauty that laid
Just beyond my existence,
Just beyond my grasp.

I would lay in my bed,
Waiting for the next man,
The next John, Harry
Or would it be Ian.
Did it really matter
What they called themselves?

They all wanted one thing,
A warm body, soft
And pliable to use
For an hour or an evening.

A body upon which
They can release
The frustrations of their day,
Their lives. And as easily
As they discard a paper napkin,
They will discard me
From their memories.

Days dissolve into weeks,
Weeks into months and
With the passing of time,
I would listen
To the bird song
To remind me that
Beauty was still there
Just beyond my existence,
Just beyond my grasp.