Affirmation

there is no truth anymore
to a lonely life

it is true
there is more to solitude sometimes

but who can tell that you are alive
without me?

who can tell that i speak of love
when you cannot love me?

love is not love
unless shared

otherwise it can simply be another tragedy
of car tires traveling
without any commitment at all
on the hold of the road

of skies dappled with stars
and yet so unfeeling

of arms too strong and
lips so warm
yet the hugs and kisses
have not found
solace?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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