A Death Wish.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you fell
on the floor that
day
when you bumped your
head on the
cemented pavement
and you bleed and
the doctor made six
stitches
on your skin
and we keep on telling
each other
that we are afraid
that you may have
blood clots and
eventually succumb
finally to said
tragedy
i may have been a little
bit hypocritical saying
my heartfelt concern
that you get well soon
and recover,

sometimes i hate
myself for wishing that
you disappear
from my sight wishing
that someone younger
than you may
come and please me more.