To Margaret.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Margaret i like you
you are dead and what
you had written much
revived you and you
appear to me like one
of those living women
whom i could have loved
and made love with
but i simply did not even
touch or hug.
i was not shy
i was just too different
and how i wish
i understood myself
which i really
refused to

Margaret i never
loved you since i have
always loved the other
and if you had only
known this when we
were young and so
honest and innocent
you would have never
wasted your precious
time with me, such
a short time, such a
fickle moment,
and so wasted.