The Seagull

Your sideways glances are getting stale,

the fatigue of guessing your mood is

weighing down my eyes till I just want

to sleep, the mystique you once had now

just a cheap veil to hide some scar you’ll

never let me see, walking a one-way street

can get you blindsided, you know.

I read a poem one time where a writer

said you should let those you love go away

and if they come back then it’s meant to be

and if they just keep flying, just look up and

admire them, those who dare to fly are doomed

to see the plainness beyond the clouds, us regular

folks are better oft here in the mud and concrete.

So I packed your bags and kissed you on

the forehead, I hope you find whatever you’re

looking for, it’s not me, I realize that now, maybe

one day you’ll let me fix your bruised rib but for

now I’ll just admire you from afar and wonder

if those stars are really just bursts of light.