Till Then
till then when this is over
when this face is reshaped to your pleasure
i shall face you
till then
when my eyes can see well again like a new sun
after the storm
i shall meet you
till then
i shall not tell you anymore about the history of a love rejected
there is no use
you have a home
you are a bird with a nest at your comfort
you have a place
like a stranger stopping for good having found a wife
till then
i shall confront you with the silence of my mind
i am at peace
and i am ready to leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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