The Vanishing Years....

there is actually
nothing repeated after the segregation
after one's body is pulled
and all the roots are taken

someone disappears
and everyone that loves it keeps looking
in all places
asking all the questions possible that may lead
to an answer

but nothing repeats itself to make a trace
and leads you to a finding

at one final moment
one must accept the reality of a disappearance
a banishment
from the hell that other have inflicted upon each
one that we long and loved
and we sit upon this longing in so much
silence

remembering
and always remembering the smiles of every vanishing face
their touches
and embraces
until all the pain of separation is gone
until what we have
is ourselves
lucky enough to be still in the room
dining with the rest
and conversing what we used to speak about
because
we have finally forgotten

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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