A Monochrome Poem

IT will talk about
an absence in the same manner
that he talks about it
when you are together

about a job about to come
when
he does not know
but for the meantime
he stays with you
for support

he once tells about a woman
who jumped from atop the
cathedral
hitting her head on the
lamppost below
not only sad
but horrible
brains scattered on the pavement
blood spurting like
a fountain

so much self-inflicted
violence

one thinks about the noise
of the monochromatic life
outside the window
thinking that there is someone
there that you know
who like you
also looks for life

a job that did not come
the decision to come home
but when
that i do not really know
with you

for the meantime
everything is still on the meantime
we wait
hopefully for something not
as violent
not as horrible as
the cathedral story.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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