The Period In Your Long Sentence Poem by RIC BASTASA

there comes a point in your life
when you simply do not care

you give love and yet you still do not care
if they give you the same love in return

they give you pain and still you do not care
you have no pain to give them you have actually

nothing at that point in your life when
pain and love too become nothing at all

equate that with that point of no return when
you do not look back not even afraid that something

may turn into salt or stone you simply do not care
because there is nothing to really care because

you are nearing the endpoint of your existence and your
mind and heart are focused on that something

that you do not know but hundred percent sure that it
is something that you cannot exchange with what passed

between the grip of your hands between the hold of your
fingers: nothing snaps, something completes itself

you are full and you long for nothing anymore
'it is there! it is there! ' that is the only

proclamation. The past fades. The present shrinks.
The world becomes a period in your long sentence.