Throwing Away
i have thrown away
some memories of the past
it is the distance that makes
us see clearly
what we adore before
has nothing to restore
what we claim we dearly love
now we abhor
there is disgust that
like some things too
exist forever
distance creates that sense of balance
gives us that feeling
of wasted time
i shy away from the nearness that blinds me
into caring for you
now you are on top of the hill worshiping your sun
i stay on the plains
looking at your small, fragile body
casting a sharp shadow
on the other part of the hill
there are no more echoes to hear
for i have closed my ears
i put on my shoes and take my first step
towards an understanding that all the while
i had been wronged.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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