Actually, There Is Still No One There....

it is when all of you
had left
this room when i am finally alone
that i
feel what departure must be

departure is synonymous with
loneliness

when it begins stabbing your peace
distance is prolonged

it is light embracing finally
the tunnel of darkness

you hear a tinkering bell
from a saffron monk

you peep from a leak of this
structure

still, there is no one there.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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