Moving In Circles

when you say we are moving in circles
i always have in mind

endless endings
no left no right no tip no beginning no end

endless beginnings
as we move in circles be it in birth,
baptism, marriage, death
i always have in mind this circular path
where we start
where we think we will have the end
only to begin again

and we both think
isn't this rather boring?
isn't this meaningless

moving in circles

i look at you again
for the first time

i ask you,

do you stil love me?

i am being circuitous
but i always feel the need to ask so you may answer

and then i always get the feeling
when you say you love me

that in this circle
we have just began and we taste
how sweet was it once
and sweeter is it still

this time of the day

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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