Who Cares About Another Poem? Poem by RIC BASTASA

to those which
she cannot really afford to live,
she writes.

and for those which she lived.
and still with the ability to live with it,
in the midst of bliss,
she forgets to write about it.

when therefore we live a good life,
we do not care writing,
and when we wish that kind of good life,
such is written.

for what we cannot live, we write about,
and those which we enjoy, we have no more
words to spare.


and so for the stars that shine beautifully at night,
those that we can only see and feel but cannot hold,
and embrace,
we write, stars oh stars oh stars.

or that fallen star, we come across, we only have a wish
to say.
we do not know if it exists, or if it fell, where.

for the one we love and who loves us in return
at night when love is full and partaken,
upon a tired morning, who cares about words?
who cares about another poem?