No Wind No Fire

I like you. But you don’t like me.
I love you. You don’t you puke
The way I smell and touch you
You shiver you have goose skin
All around you I fear it somehow
That I may lose you forever

But I know what to do
When you are the wind I become like the wind too
When you become fire I become fire too
When you turn left I do the same
I mirror you I do what your hands do
I become invisible so unlike myself
The one that loves you

One day, I hope, you will love me.
You can’t, one day I am gone.

I am happy. You are happier.
I am gone. You’re sad. There is
No mirror now.

No wind. No fire.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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