Things, Different Things...
there are things though small
that we cannot leave because they are ours
they belong to us
and we belong to them
that without them
though small
we cannot really live some more
there are acts which they call trivial
so unimportant like
a sigh
or a whisper
but we are so attached to them
that without them
we become nothing
they are a part of us
and when they are gone
we become
blanks unfilled
there are so many things that we can afford to lose
and when losing them
we do not even notice
simply because we never want them to be
a part of us
neither do they wish
becoming too
a part of what and who we are
we discern
and to those that pain us
we finally avoid
and disregard
to those that we miss
that makes our hearts jump with joy like kids
with mothers bringing favorite gifts
we always remember
they are the ones that usually
are earlier
gone
lost
those that we love to stay but
as early as dawn before we wake up
had already left...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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