....Because Of You...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

because there are too many
sand becomes sand to you
each grain taken for granted

dusts are just dusts at the
butt of the bus in that faraway
village, so insignificant

but try to remember what we did
there: how the sands have assumed
the shape of our bodies, how the
dusts left by the bus in that
faraway village had become the
left overs of our memories, the
way that goodbye was said, the
way all things settle down on the
road, on matters which we have
no control anymore. The silence
after...

each molecule of dust
each grain of sand
because of you has become
too memorable to me

so beautiful and sad to recall...