The Coming Company.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i thought i am the only
person in the room
there is no sound
of a bird chirping
outside there is the
gift of evening
tiny stars hanging and
the glow of city lights
far from here
i thought i was the only
one gifted with sadness
that which by time
i have learned to love
i thought life is not that
fair with me put in the
the utmost prejudice of
a soundless existence

then one day you came
a shadow cast from that
morning light
on the door that i have
never opened.