When You Have Finally Parted.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you left
to the Great Divide

the house had since
become empty,

the toys for the grandchild
were taken to the other house,

the carpets folded
and hidden inside the storehouse

those who were left
felt that there was no need
for more chairs

two or three will suffice
some tables were sold

and so are the extra knives
and spoons and forks

classical music has become
a no no,

the drapes had become so heavy
and they too had to
leave,

yesterday i flew in there
like a sparrow

and witnessed the sadness of
practically everything

the orchids wilted
there were no more flowers on the
side of the house

the pots kept nothing but
dessert sands

i asked the youngest there
and he said

that it seemed the heavens
are angry

and they could not nothing
about this
tragedy

soon there will be battles
in their minds

and it will be endless
he said

and then i left
taking only pictures with me

those that bore
laughter when you were still
their working queen

when everyone were once
kids beside the magnificence
of your ruffled skirt.