The Lady With A Blue Blouse

lady, you break a friendship

it is like a glass of wine
you drink last night
and drunk you throw the glass away

it lands on the cemented pavement
and breaks
the following morning
no one is in the house where you live
they are all gone
not even waiting for dawn

the shatters are there
no one picks the pieces
alcohol dries up
the sun arrives angrily
on the French blinds of your window

why are you crying? now, you have understood
what is missing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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