Saturday Morning 2010

just surfing and
chatting

with friends and
acquaintances

nothing to love
no one worthy

the face of love
shredded by the

shard blades of
broken memories

from now on
he says it's all about

the flesh and nothing
about the spirit

nothing to love
nothing worth it

someone to have sex with
at night

someone to fill the emptiness
and the void

someone to talk to
during late dinners

someone to say goodbye
hellos not that warm

what is true love?
he does not know anymore

since then,
since then,

when his heart was thoroughly
broken.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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