She passed by, briefly, birdlike, comet, maybe,
As her name was Haley, Whiny, slightly,
Beautiful, I'd shudder as I saw her, longed
To hold her, though I only did when she said
She'd be moving on. Her boyfriend lived in
California. I could wave Nebraska, but what
I had couldn't measure up to Santa Monica,
An ocean, life beyond the strictures which
So limited her prospects here. She flew.
I grieved. She's not been back. I see her
Baking on a beach, boyfriend nearby,
Maybe not; in either case, she's free of what
I'd hoped would keep her here and clinging.
My desires didn't matter. In her absence, I'm
Bereft, a clod, inhabitant of one of those sad
Places which don't offer much to birdlike beauties,
Anyone her age. They all drift off and aren't
Replaced. In time, I'll be but one gray head
Which bobs in a senescent sea, far from the one
In front of Haley, missing her and others
Who I've watched pass briefly by.

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Written on 2021-04-02 at 18:57

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the conceit and how you've drawn an analogy between Haley's comet and a "birdlike beauty" that is Haley. Bravo!