Nothing's Changed...

this afternoon i was driving my car
back home. And i was thinking something
that may change my life
totally.

i wish i can tell you since you are part of the
picture. Your face is a painting of so many words.

Life with you has been tinted. The colors simply
disappear at the first sigh of the coming of my night.

sometimes, i stop the car along the shore
and there is little hut there where i can rest and sit for a moment.

as usual it is the sea that keeps on talking.
there are so many reasons, so many

why i do not have to tell you about this.
and then i drive my car back home and meet you.

another beginning
of another life, and as usual the conclusion is that
nothing must be changed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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