Always Prepared

though i never look forward
to the point where you may finally
give up loving me,
yet, my dear,
i am always prepared for the
possibilities,
my heart is always ready
my mind always open
my feet always ready to dust off
every magic that you put on my toes

i like to think that when everything is over
i still must know how to sing
and dance
my own music.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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