Even Without You

perhaps i have to ask myself
why i mumble
like no other restless bee
that i can be
in the twilight years
of my life

do i refuse to see light?

have i fallen in love with my
own darkness?

do i wish the blindness of
wisdom?

is wisdom blind?

is there light at the end of this tunnel?

am i in this tunnel?

i am in a room with only one window
and it faces the road
where everyone passes tonight

this is the only passage to their homes
and they simply pass by here

i make no sound
when i open these windows
when i close them
repeatedly

perhaps i exist and they know it
perhaps they only have respect for my silence

perhaps i am to blame for all these
perhaps i have chosen silence
its golden sheen
its private space

i am thinking, and that is the most important thing that is happening
in all my life

even without you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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