Concealing Nothing... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you were expecting a
diamond ring inside my hand
as i was too defensive
and too protective
to hide it and not for once
revealing what is it
to anyone, until i get tired lying to you
about it
misleading you about its true value
its ordinariness,
its temporal nature,

that one that comes now
and gone in a minute
and cannot therefore
exist till the end of the day

you never guessed it right
i am holding nothing...nada que nada...