IT IS NICE TO KNOW that...

what am i murmuring
you ask one moment

i have all the excuses
and i love it more when

you doubt
when you are no longer sure

of what happens next
and what follows

this is the mystery of
my being
and i guess this is what
you love

in me, and i never force
you to like this piece

this word, this thought
it is you that searches

what light is left there
what sense

the trail is unfinished
but we are here

shall we then go?
shall we start talking about this?

a blue sky
a yellow sun
a green river

so? there is nothing new
nothing about any sophistication

so? why do you stay?
are you looking for something missing?

like a key to a door
an access word to a website?

like a better half of you
precisely what you feel

this emptiness without
us.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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