The Apple And The Worm
you meet a woman
she wears a smile
and you pass each other
slowly by
she looks at you
and she seems to tell you
'i know you'
you step back
and gaze at her slender shoulder
''i know her'you tell yourself
silently
you remember her name
but there is no feeling anymore
you look back again
she is gone
but it does not really matter
the past is rotten
(she is the apple and
you were once her worm
and someone so nice
ate her whole)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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