A Relationship

you are in the middle of the storm
with him
and you have the same destination
amid the torments
you embrace each other
not wanting to sacrifice anybody

it was love, you think it was pure love
this mutual miseries
finding comfort for a while

the storm is over
the ship is now steady on the port
it is time to disembark
and then both of you say goodbye
to each other

outside the legal arms are waiting
embracing you again
and him again
and you forget what you call at first
in the midst of the storm
as pure love

somehow, you remember it
you still love it
somehow but is there another
when?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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