RIC S. BASTASA


the wrong woman for the man who feels he is the right man


it happens all the time
when the right man feels
that he has wed the wrong woman
when the wrong woman too
feels that he has
wed the wrong man,
mutuality of affections
on errors

i sometimes feel that too
and i ask again
have i married the wrong woman?

have i been the right man
claiming all along that i am
the right man?

why? did the trials not work
for both of us?

twelve years
the feeling about right and wrong is over now

i wake up early dawn
still sleeping beside her
at least in the silent lonely hours of my life
i have this companion
and she is warm beside me
and then i think again
she can be right
and i can be wrong

who knows?

Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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