Your Only Self, Your Best Friend..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you wake up one morning
after mourning for love that whole night,

you wake up one early morning,
to such a beautiful sunrise, to such
a beautiful landscape of hills and
skies,

to the sounds of chirping birds, on
trees, to the scent of morning blooms,

you realize, such a mourning for love
had been fruitless, unnecessary, and

irrelevant, and you walk outside the door,
basking yourself under such a warm sunshine,

embracing a space, hugging yourself finally,
your only self, your best friend.