Goodbye, Haley

She's gone. I'm not supposed to grieve.
Who was she to me, anyway, a woman
Of exquisite beauty, dark of skin, of hair,
Of eyes, who gave me glimpses of her
Life, and seemed to like me, though,
In truth, she didn't love me? After all,
I'd see her, at best, once a week, but,
Still, she was so beautiful, and I could
Fantasize that she would leave the one
She called her lover for a broken
Married man. She wouldn't, didn't.
Nonetheless, she seemed sad when
She said that she was leaving. I, who'd
Dreamt of grasping what I knew was out
Of reach, embraced her, and I wished her
Luck. Now, she has left. Now, I have been
Deprived of such a splendid sight. I have
The one I truly love, a million miles away
From me. I have domestic semi-bliss.
I know I shouldn't grieve.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-24 at 13:12

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