A Message To B.

you break the cordon
i try to reconnect
but you have decided
to break it just the same

i do not force myself
i am the uninvited but

i am not at fault
it is you
and so what time
shall i waste
again with you?

precious things are lost
not mea culpa
relationships are broken
not mea culpa

i am back to the hills of
my childhood
flying kites
picking pebbles

and
catching cold.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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