The Way I Want It Poem by RIC BASTASA

as i told you before
and i will tell you again
and again
lest you forget

what i was is not
what i am
and what we did
is not what i am
going to do
to you

what you remember
as a nice memory
need not be mine at all

my world is always new
to me
and nothing is the same
as always

what you are
i may not remember
as i have this
phenomenon of
going and flowing and
fluxing

even if
as time needs it
like
a fire
fly

at night
phosphorescent

the way
i want it