Whatever Happens

whatever happens
i always care for you

wherever you are
whatever you do

i see you are crying.
i want to hold you but

i cannot. My hands are
frozen with the coldness

of distance. My lips are
sealed with the threads

of absence. My heart is
dead, long long time ago,

when i erased your name
from the bark of the tree.

I could have tried carving
your name in stone, but

my dear, you are not God
and I cannot be Moses

forever.I am alone, but
i am still as strong as the

day you left me for another
thanks, but i am a survivor..

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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