What? Just What Do You Really Mean. Tell Me. Poem by RIC BASTASA

is it your last word

but mine was different and you know it
whatever that means

i said 'hello'

and what is it that you mean by 'what? '

do you mean ' what you did for love? '

i mean it, my love for you is always a hello
and there is no word for 'goodbye'
i know how to always begin
right from where we started
when we made the doodles
when we combined the colors
(of our longings and wishes)
when we painted the flowers
and cats and dogs
when everything seems hormonal
did we call it a chemical romance?
or just connecting chains
from time to time, those chains of
love
(i am sounding corny) , yes, the chains
of the past, connecting to the present
(there we stop to ponder and)

i guess, there is no future
there is no us, out there
but is it not that love is only concerned
with the

now? the moment, the day that we must seize
(carpe diem, touchee!)

if and if the future is nothing but this word
'goodbye', i will not proceed to go there

i stay here, and savor the moment
of today
this 'hello', and your 'what? ' a question
an open one

like your arms always willing to embrace me
again
(oh, you never really embraced me)
i guess

you must delet the word 'again'

let your arms be open
embrace me, i am cold, and let me say this over and over again
(without shame)

i always miss you
and i will be with you again
even just to see you and not hold you in my arms

my love......................................................................................(sigh)