As I Am Telling You My Friend

i sit here.
not surprised for those who
come uninvited and even for those
who know how to say
the word hello

not hurt for those who leave
without saying goodbye

like a revolving door
i see those who come and go

simply like the images of light
and shadows

like a rainbow that i see and
pointed with my finger
for the little brother to see
and then gone

like a dew like a gust of wind
just passing on the thin layer of
my skin

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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