Maybe It Is Just Like That.....

as you trim the bushes
outside the fence

i am eating cold spaghetti
with sour bread and i get no
hot coffee

it is a bright day
and the sun is slowly rising from a gray horizon

gone were the days when we cannot eat
if we are not together

maybe it is just like that.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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