Surviving Alone And Being Happy With Myself..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

evidently
the death of his brother
may give him
a little sorrow

they had no sweet memories
together
as they always quarrel
over trivial things

things that do not matter
really
thing that make them more
repulsive

and she accepted it that way
he is different and cruel
and she is armed now with numbness
her sole weapon this
indifference more cruel than hate

and he had to live somewhere
else
and she had to live her simple
ways


their fortune is there
and they share what this fortune
has to offer
for a lifetime
you know how it is to be rich
and live a life without
meaning....

tonight she will be spending
more time with a friend
while she pours all her sorrows
and i respect her
and i tolerate it
and i will leave it that way


tonight i will spend time
with myself
pamper myself with pale pilsen
beer and some beef steaks
and some readings
and some peace with the moon and
the night

and i will talk to myself
and i will try to understand it
and i will be gentle to it
and we shall stick it out together
through thick and thin
and i will repeat to myself over and
over again,

i can live with myself
and with myself i shall be alive
not needing anyone
to spoil the night and the peace
with the moon and the stars,
and the freshness of the breeze
and the salt that it carries with
it to my tongue and to the
bottom of my heart....