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Time The Culprit, Shit, Has Changed You...

last night
after the meeting
i was thinking if it was still you
perhaps
time, the culprit has changed you
transformed you into
another
new-born hypocrite
denying a language
that we always speak
the eye contact is less
the hands are moving
that fast
meaning is murdered
but i
even in that dimming light
had a closer look of you
it is not you anymore
i am facing a
stranger
with sad eyes
but trying to borrow the glow
of the sun
the moon weeps for you
and then it rained
the candle light
on the table in the middle of the
green yard
beside the palm trees
died.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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