A Summary Of Our Foolishness At 5: 35 A.m.

so she is now cruising
her time is 3 a.m., mine is 5: 35
a misfit wanting to die
lost in some consequences
in the city by the sea

beside her is him
i know him
this lover pondering on her
regrets
then Kim says
Death Has Called His Name
but cries' It's Impossible! '

i look up and say
If we are honest enough
with a bit of encouragement
i could have walked with you
tonight on this longing that never stops
this gamble
on epic love

Love is It, if only we
Listen,

you ask what time is it?
in my country, after i have written this summary
of our foolishness
(be patient, i am foolish still)

the time now is 6: 40 in the morning,
it is not raining, some yellow flowers bloom
beside my window
a bee is busy
hopping from petal to petal
gathering its favorite nectar

as i write,
now it is 9: 44 am.
I quit

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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