Something That I Have Always Kept Away From You
i keep this love. It will be a secret.
there is no use for you to know it.
it is there. and will always be there.
this smile, this hug, this kiss, do they
not speak enough? and the years?
and the time melting like a candle
thriving on its own light. is this not
enough for you? you cry. i am asking
for reasons, you say there are not
reasons, these are just tears, and i
wonder: what have i done to deserve
this kind of darkness, the enigma, the
mystery of your silence. i move. i stop.
i look back. there is something that
grows, like cancer, there is this death
what for? do you have to know every
inch of my soul? let us stop this guessing
game. i am tired. let us sleep. there is
no use talking. the stars are gone.
and the moon. i am hearing the silent
whispers of darkness. we are alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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