Lady I Am Yours And You Made Me What I Am Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not be alarmed when i am preoccupied with seeing birds
flying away
from us from the fields that we see when we are both wondering
what lies ahead: it is just a bad dream, and soon
the dream simply becomes forgotten replaced
by another preoccupation,
we are too, so so human,
fearing even fears,

we do not like the time when we have to say goodbye,
we do not like to spell the word and pronounce it,
we always stick to hello, and end what we have on that word alone,
we even close windows
to drive away any ill wind that comes inside the room,

a lady friend keeps telling me that i must tell you
that i am yours and that i must love you till the end of time,
that there is no reason for insecurity
because the rest are but spices and dessert and i like what she said

you are still the main menu
(in fact, let me add: still my favorite, when
nobody's watching)