I Am Human......

i am eating Italian flat bread
inside it four rectangular slices of cheese

it is a Sunday and the university is at its
best in the quiet

the skies are blue and the grasses are green
still wearing the dews that glisten against the early sunlight

i sit on a stone bench under the narra tree
on the 8th day of July where leaves are plenty

i love life because of you.
i love this Sunday morning this quiet this solitude still because of you.

i am lost because of you, and without you still i must find myself
because of you.

how i envy the one that owns you, but i must accept this fate
because of you.

you are not what i am
you are not what i can touch
you are not what i can never have
you are not what i can never find

if you read this by chance
you must learn to forgive me.

i am human.i am sin.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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