...This Matter.......Of..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i always laugh
at the idea
that i matter
to you

but i do not need
it, or the laughter,
or that matter

i may matter, but it is
not what matters,

there is no us, in the first
place,
nothing matters actually,
all shall pass, everything,
everything shall always pass
and we are
not even some kind of memories
that they need
to move on, to step forward
and live their lives the
way we once did

it is sad, but it is true,
nothing matters, we do not matter
i do not matter

so what we can do is just live,
and live and live, until there is
nothing of us to live
until there are no more reasons
for living
until we accept this temporary
sojourn
this tavern, this night, this
matter.