Res Gestae

it is his belief that nearing death
and conscious of his end
feeling the lazy flow of his blood corpuscles
on his nape
the numbness running from the tip of his ring finger
to the veins of the heart, that

a man shall tell the truth finally
about his hidden love
his thoughts long buried like a lost treasure
in the secret recesses of his brain

she waits as his head rests on her lap
she has been waiting that long for him to tell the words
of love

he closed his eyes surrendering his soul to the heavens
he did not say anything at all
not even her name

despite that she shed some tears
letting him go finally where his destiny takes him

taking revenge she writes in her diary
that on that day she shed some tears of joy.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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