You Do Not Have To Hear What The Woman Said To The Guy In White...

at the clinical laboratory
i have seen how a beautiful woman with long blond-dyed hair
stings the guy seated next to him

she calls him not with his name but some other word
that is so degrading

the man's eyes changed from sun to moon,
his mind wants to howl like a jackal but he keeps his restrained silence

he loves another anyway and she will just be a waste of time
for another useless argument.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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