For Those Who Watch Us Pass By Poem by RIC BASTASA

so what are you looking for?
the future?
you rest yourself in that absurd future?

it may not come.
You may fall at this moment and
then die and then no one remembers you
so easily,

a month, a year, you will be forgotten

i guess, this is just it, this moment,
i am holding your hand
as you hold mine, loosely at first
and then a little bit tighter

we walk together, like very close friends,
at this instant,

this is the only thing real,

these hands, these getting together
words that we utter,
footprints that we make,

when we reach that distance
we soon become
another illusion. Another memory
a mirage,

for those who watch us pass by.