It Is The Same Unrequited Love As The Old Song From The Mountain

the love is alive
within you and it wants to talk
and tell and just
be a smoke rising finally from the
confines of the chimney
from those closed windows
and locked doors
liberation, spirits freed from
what imprison them
just to say i love you and then
i go
it is enough it does not demand much
it says hello and then
keeps upon its pocket the word
goodbye

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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