Unspoken 2
there are letters where some stains
still stick, like some fading drops
of water color on a very clear
sheet of perfumed paper
you have read them not just once
but over and over
for years and years
you still cry. You blame your mother
whose genes are sentimental
about some broken hearts
you check the trunk again
and open a bundle of papers
sensing those perfumed ones
a dry petal of a rose
black bold strokes of
a pen, some words that you
still want to read:
i will love you forever.
you are taken back to the time
when you were a smiling
lover beside her
along a boulevard
holding hands and talking
about sweet nothings
you hear the sound of
a boat leaving
and you see some
lights flickering
dissolving far away
from you
on a
black horizon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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