The Fifth Woman
She was my sin, because I promised her the sun the moon and the stars.
I of course, cannot comply,
I must say I am joking
I must say, I am cruel.
She was the first actually, and I was her first kiss, embrace,
And first heaven.
We believe in dreams together.
We weave, we make some patterns
With fingers intertwined
We have eyes that look in the same
Direction, hands that clap
We believe in forever
I was her dream.
She need not sleep forever.
I walk away. She looks for the goodbye note
Everywhere in the room where we once made love.
There was nothing.
And so she waited for all those years
Sitting by the window
A man may come running towards her house
That man did not come.
I walk away, I did not come back.
She died.
There is no way that I can attend the funeral.
I am caged in what we two believe in.
This is forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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