Honestly, With You Before My World Was Born I Never Had It. Poem by RIC BASTASA

on your birthday
you are happier having
found love
again, since you lost it
years ago,

you confess it could or
would have been me only if
i were sensitive enough
at your closer gaze
which i dismiss as nothing
but an honest concern
about my losing
grip of my own realities
too, on those
younger days, those walks
looking for directions....

love is a mental disease
you are taken to places of
euphoria
and you seem so helpless
on such a crippled reason.


honestly, with you before
my world was born
i never had it.