So There Is No Us Really

my heart longs for your love.
i wait like a stranger waiting for the next bus
to take me out of town
perhaps for another vacation
where i may find myself again
to discover some hidden joys,
to make my skin ready for
another peeling for some
new feelings perhaps
love, or desire, or lust,
but whatever that is, my heart still
longs for your love, i had you and
i did not have enough of you
and then you said no,
this is enough, this is arriving us
at nothing. I let you go, you ask for
freedom. My arms since then
are as empty and so light as
floating baloons taking the chances
on air. I know you see all of them
bursting.
You feel the essence of my silence.
Tell me what is it?

It is about a patient love, like a stranger
waiting for another bus to take it out of town.
Still finding more chances to find you
back again so my arms may not be
as light as a floating baloon taking
its chances for an upward air.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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