She Must Too Help Me Forget

her silence stabs me,
despite any word
i say
water on the hot cinders
of hate,
she keeps on
fueling that unresolved
anger,
she must know that
i am having too
my own hard times
harsh as hers
in that foreign land
all the while she thinks
i betrayed her
and cause the brokenness
of her future,
no, it isn't
there are words that i cannot
say
words that also kill me
at one moment
she must still
not know them unless
she forgets me

there is this freedom
inside
and i still have it within
she has no
right to enter

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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