When We Visit Him

when we visit him today
he says his heart leaps with joy
and we hug him
old man Gil
and he tells me
about my poetry

about the anonymous
the house without a resident
the world without color
the reason without a cause
the nothingness of space
and death

he says i am morbid
though beautiful
he feels it
and tears start flowing from his eyes

his Mechong is dead
his one and only beloved

since then the dead poem of mine
written a long long time ago
has assumed its desired shape
and now he understands it

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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