It Was Not The Beginning Of Pain
when i hear that music
which is played outside this enclosure
whose windows are like leaks
upon a container of water
i remember you
alone in the other side of the room
we were then in zamboanga
we were boarders and i was reading a book
behind the wall that divided us
i was pretending
not being concerned about your loneliness
which i inadvertently presumed
i allowed the silence to creep on the floor
rising to my hair
which could not in any sense understand at all
what was happening
within me, it was strange,
it was a nostalgia that i never figured out
till then
it was too painful for me imagining that you love me
and that soon
when i finally left for another destination
i put it upon myself that you should miss me somehow
it was a little bit awkward
but i wanted it to reign in my heart
like it was a precious gem
i wished i had knocked at the door of your room
but the lights were already turned off
and i was presuming that you too were listening to the
silence of the enclosure where i am
situated comfortably
in my pretensions
i could have loved you and told you about it
but i knew that with the prevailing
times, the chaos and the rules of the game of war
during that time
us loving each other would be as absurd
as lines traveling parallel to each other
and in opposite direction
should ever meet
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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