It doesn’t really matter

A little inconvenient
This time for separation.
It is untimely. When things
Become beautiful.
You leave me. When
Emotions start to be
Whole again. You shatter.
Glass so fragile. Broken
To pieces before my feet.
But I don’t really mind.
I don’t mind. I am also
Ready to go. I have
Prepared my wings
For the strong winds.
So I don’t mind if
You too fly away.
The best way is that
Nothing is left.
Things shatter themselves
To pieces. We shall not
Be brave enough to see.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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