Changeable

he looks at the picture again
some details that used to attract him
he does not see anymore
the definition of love
even lust,

he looks at the sky again
thanking God
for this experience: nothing lasts forever

something frees us
after a time of blind love

you mourn only for a while
and then you find joy again in those other details
those that you have discarded
in fact
becomes more important

so you go over again
life and its basics
love and its reminisces

you move into another stage
of survival
now there is comfort in strangers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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