Truth Or Consequence

you ask me to choose
between truth
and consequence,

i rather have
all the consequences.
you are the truth
and you begin
to hurt. I face you
again, i have no more
tears
attuned am i
to these blunders
and sorrows
and pains, , , ,
to all these
redundancies

a thesaurus of
lamentations,

i open a page
of this truth,

i still hope to find
this word....

happiness,

i still have faith, that this word
is not lost, among the pages
of your stories,

some bookmarks
are thrown under the bed,

i remember reading this page.
there is this fingerprint
of my laughter,

it is still alive and
smiling at me.
I still believe, what mother
said: keep the marriage
there are always threads
and needles for whatever
is torn.

Father was lucky.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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