To Be Honest With You Poem by RIC BASTASA

the christmas songs are played
and i do not remember anything anymore

these songs come and go and my years are shorter.
last year
is just like today.

there is no meaning anymore.
and i am not giving any chunk of me anymore.

i am sealed. i am a house with doors and windows closed.
i am sleeping inside it.
and it will be years before i wake up.

don't worry. i will not tell them that you are a
part of me.