The Five Petals Of The White Gumamela

i was ready with
the white gumamela
flower in my hand
to give you

i waited

hour by hour
i tore each petal
until all of them
fell to the
ground

i went away

five years passed
got married
to another woman
who live
in the house with me
less my heart

i bled
on a wound

when you came back
from America
you look for me

i was already lost
no one
found me anymore

even myself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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