Time To Tear A Picture
i find your picture
inside the page of my favoritie book
and today i look at it again
and i feel nothing
anymore
i fold it into two
and then i decide
to tear it into fine pieces and
throw all them away
into the big
murky river
i guess it is time
to bury old memories
to blow off old flames
old feelings deep
down under
the cold
soil
of forgetting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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