And since I am but a word for you

You said it
You love me
As a word and nothing more
But just a word
Without a stand
Just a word
Unable to make
Your love come true
In the form of
Body and sweat
In the shape of a kiss
in the substance
of a hug
or an embrace

I admit it
I am just a word
And I am deleting
This word
Myself

You follow

the time is 11: 52 in the evening
and you are not sleeping
like me

us is also a word.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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