The Conditions Are Clear

the first time i met you
(and you said you like me)

i have already warned you
(that i am good for nothing

that you must not expect anything
for i am no good)

the conditions are clear
from the beginning when we proclaimed

that we are too in love
we promised we look for nothing and take nothing

except what we are and what we have
within the grasp of our hands

you changed, and i too changed
we begin to look for something beyond our grasps

we have become insatiable
and we want to hold the future that is still not there

we realize that this is the end
and so we make a new door with an exit sign

we left a smile and then we parted.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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