A Fool Out Of Myself

i always think
of you

do not forget
that
i always think
of you

though i doubt
if you
also think of me

i like to think
that you also think of
me

upon a hill
under the moon
and stars

i always think of you
even inside my dream
i always think
of you

i dream that
you also think of me
as i always think
of you

i realize i am a fool
until last night
at the mall

when i see you in the
arms of another
like a vine clinging
to a tree

like a straitjacket to his
body.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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