I Become Suspicious Poem by RIC BASTASA

I Become Suspicious



from Istanbul
back home time
changed.

we are now
five hours ahead.

i wonder if that
is really the reason
why she is not
sleeping yet.

still too many clothes
to fold
many dishes to keep

when i slept that
night
she was in her desk
writing something

with dishes not finished
yet
and with clothes still
not fold

i become suspicious.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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