Trying Hard...

the mere possibility
that i can have you
even for
one night, shall,
make me live,
but you are telling me,
as fate
is firm on its stand,
it is not
possible at all,
never,
and then to live,
some more,
one day at a time,
i tell lies to myself,
no one's hurt,
i have no regrets,
i must live, i must,
no one kills me,
and neither shall i kill
myself
because of you, because
of that
mere possibility.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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