On Leaving At The Right Time

one good thing with us
is this: we know how to forget
and we know how to begin
less the remembering
when we meet again, we always
talk about food rather than
review the pictures
we struggle again for the old songs
recalling the lyrics
We take some glasses of cold water
and resume with the conversations,
we laugh so loud the neighbors are disturbed
and we start to dance the chacha
and the tango
then we exchange gifts
and once more thank each other again
for this new encounter
a revival, a reconnection, a rebonding
of our hopes and dreams

of course, when the right time comes
we leave because we also want to forget.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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