A Confession To Make.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

your face
your hair
your almost
everything
looks like
my beloved,
long dead
and buried.
it is this
strange
feeling that
takes me
to you, and
i said i love
you, but
my mind and
heart still
feels for
the dead one.
i will say
i am sorry
sooner than
i can muster
but for once
let me kiss
you and make
love to you.
and then
i leave and
not say
any word at
all, not to
hurt you
and as i
go, i must
deal with
time, its
hollowness
its emptiness
where i must
enter the
door for my
own forgiveness.