What Is These All About?

at 9: 18 p.m.
the head gets the pain
another relief
swallowed

finally you go back
to where you
started

page one
when you said
you do not miss her

page two and three
empty

pages more pages
until you reach
that page where you cried

dried tears at the middle
of the blotted letters

you quickly run your fingers
close the notebook

you stand by the window
at par with the moon.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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