If....
if. time changes you,
and you end up
short of love,
if, i feel your hands
caressing me
yet your eyes
speak
another, your heart
keeping
another name,
if, this happens,
do not say the word,
before you wake up
early morning
tomorrow
i have already
left.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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