Something Plain

something so plain is as obvious as
both of you
very well understand
there is that tinge of
little pains
but on a stormy day like this
both of you
have no time yet to speak about it

you wait
when the day is clear when the storm is over
it is plain and obvious and both of you know
that you really understand it
but you still do not speak about it
like, someone is knocking at your door
and both of you
knows who that visitor is
but you do not open the door
you keep pretending
there is no one in this house
no one
not even the past voices
of children
not even a hand
waving goodbye

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!