It Will Not Take Too Long For Me To Learn To Live Alone

alone i come
from my own trail of mud and grass. My feet wet with mud
and my palms are thick-skinned.
I am familiar with the road
and the labyrinths talk to me in my own language.

alone i come
and we meet, and we become lovers, like the lone star
and the full moon one night
too close for each
other's delight.

alone i come and we become one.
the demands however have become
too many. That i wash my feet before i enter your stairs.
You always hush when i do not comb
my hair like the way the waves clean the shores.
You want to change my shadow.
Or the color of my dreams.

It is enough. Alone i come and i shall talk to the labyrinths
again. I will be back to the fold of their arms.
We will arrange for a secret welcome.
Alone i go.

I am very sorry. You cannot follow.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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