poem

Comet

I once thought that true love

Was when someone saw your real face,

The way you saw yourself

When you liked yourself,

Which was a Halley’s comet event.

Ha, that’s not true;

You've always exaggerated your discontent.

What if what she loves is like this poem:

A trifling splurge

Of rhythmic words 

And heartfelt momentary truth?

What if all she sees is the once in a lifetime
Flash of your phosphorescent tail
Just before your core of dust and ice
Rounds the corner on its ellipse
Through the vast darkness of space?

What if all she really sees
Is a shimmering of earth-bound fireflies

In the stillness of midnight skies,

The polished void of black glass,

While the universe flows

And your real face

Is long long passed.

7/5/20