After All These My Sweet
after all these
i will leave a stare at you
you are still sweetly
asleep in bed
i rise and wear back
my pair of pants
and you hear the sound
of the brushed wall
you open your eyes
to see a naked soul
fitting back to its warm body
and you give me back that stare
that shall make me guilty of
betrayal
you tears fall
and i put my hand on your
mouth
trying to cover a certain emptiness
that was not yet there before
i begin to wipe those tears
away from your cheeks
after all these
i ask you
to give me the beauty of silence
i will keep my lips sealed too
like the way you have sewn
my torn white handkerchief
when we first met
i shall leave you memories
sparkling like champagne
sweet as grapes
we both shall remember all these
but only for a while
for soon we shall bury all these
to the sands of time
you are inside and between us
this big and thick wall
of ontological indifference
i am outside now
and the world sends me that usual
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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