M5

You will miss this.

It is not here anymore.
When it was here, and for a long time,
It waited for you, made some unusual poses
So you will notice,
But you are so naive, a mild term,
You are so busy &
Indifferent and so it left you
Like M5 a robot

You say you will miss it
Because it is not here anymore.

We understand.
You do not really mean it.
Love is never there.

Robotized, how can you love
again?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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