He Is Asking What To Do When The Love Is Gone?

over a bottle of beer on top of his loquacious spirit
he is asking me: what to do when love is gone?

i throw back the question to him: what did you do when love was there?
and he says, he was in high spirits, he did all the thing he thought he cannot do
he grew flowers in the garden he painted the house anew
with white and blue and red and yellow
he laughed so well and claimed he was so happy
he loved so well and claimed he was in bliss

and so now that love is gone, i must tell him
just do the usual things when love was once there
there is nothing to lose, except that love that you have taken for granted

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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