I Could Be The Most Hurting Footnote Of Your Loveless Existence. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i scan the pages
i was never a part
of this book

i wrote a note
at the bottom of that
torn page

just a scribble intended
to be the map where
you can find me

i do not exist here
but i am beautiful as
the last word of the
page always
meant as a syllable of
that happy ending

i have my own world
in that dog-ear which
you disregard
after a use, ...i was
once a book mark of
you
but how can you not
remember?

find me, oh, i do not
mind, if you can't.
i am always a part of
your longing.
the missing link of your
future,
the harsh part which
you must disregard
because if you take
the last glance
i could be the most
hurting
footnote of your
loveless existence.