Emilia
last night shall be the last kiss
we made love
and we were like inside that Shakespearean play
the midsummer's night
too elusive
and...
we were acting love like it is true
i sense it when you close your eyes and shut yourself inside that darkness
it was another man's face inside your mind
and your heart uttered his name
i left earlier this morning
and you knew it
i will not come back anymore and i knew it
you are like a bird freed now from your own cage.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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