...Foul And Stinking Poem by RIC BASTASA

...Foul And Stinking



that was the moment
when value was put to a letter

one which you read so many times
alone always remembering that kiss

that hug, the sleeping together
in one room one rainy night when

home is far away, when there is
only the two of you not remembering

what passed, that land which landed
on her breast, that foot on hers,

the paper went yellow, like a pencil
with a cut head, which you do not wish

sharpened, and there was that night,
when everything was thrown in the dark

the window did not wink, the stars were not
there, and you are alone, mumbling

going crazy over nothing, remembering
that which does not remember you that

which has no love, cannot love and never
ever was any kind of love, foul and stinking.

Sunday, February 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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