The Art Of Consonant Cries.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

So shall i congratulate myself
for finally learning
not to love you?

Does one celebrate the triumph
of pain
the death of love
the entrance to the gate
of oblivion?

Must you give me a hug
having conquered loneliness?

I have abandoned a place
moving towards another abandoned place
i have no one there
and shall expect no one too

Shall you smile for me now
that my prison bars had been cut?

Do not think that i am free like you
i live in another prison now
to bars not witnessed by you

You call it doors
or perhaps fences of my heart
where i can jump away
and say
this is another greener pasture of my life

I have yet to name it
from the point of view of those eyes
that have mastered
the art of consonant cries...