Where you go

When we finally part ways
I like to see where you escape
From the clutches of my hands
I will follow you
As you go to green, cooler fields
Or to the white cheerful foams of the sea
I shall know
To always follow you
In bliss

If you escape however
And take flight towards the recesses of your heart
And the secret paths of your veins
I will not follow you
Your body now has walls
Impenetrable
I shall be blocked
By the coldness of your heart
There are no doors
Or windows where I can possibly enter
You have shut yourself
With all your skins
Where no white bones can ever be seen

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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