I Am Not Yours.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

my face has misled you
my eyes specially are not the best tour guides

of this journey
it is your journey still

that worries me
no end

you wish to enter the door of my mind
you cannot

it is closed with the best locks i have
imagined

there is no window to my soul
my eyes are not what they call them to be

do not do anything
they can only be useless attempts

they can even be choking
my being

you may kill me in an instant
with the very first question in your mouth

let go
do not hold anything in your hand

stay beside me
rest your head upon my shoulder
as we watch the setting of the
sun

disregard the idea
relish the feeling

i come and i go
any moment
from now and then


because
i am not yours.