My Failure In Life... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i tried to bring you into my world,
it is quite different from yours,
it has its own door, that lead to a
path toward a garden behind which a
house is built with only one pillar
much like that of the pigeon's,
with a fountain of youth at the
center of this garden, for if you
are here with me, we will be forever
young and in love.

there are no clouds here, nothing about
day and night, sunless and boundless,
which eternity teaches to my ancestors,
and siblings.

i tried to hold your hand asking you
to come with me, but you look at me
straight to my eyes, and i uttered your
name but you became angry, telling me
that that name is already owned by another.

the one she loves most, and for which she
is willing to live and die, even for just
one moment, like a butterfly without
a home of her own.