It Is This Nothingness. This Love. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i wish i traveled alone.
it would have been happier.
I wish you were not with me
i would have been more excited.
With you, i have become another
slave, for i have to listen to
you.I am mesmerized by your love.
I am no longer myself.
My feet betray me and so do my
hands, which are now doing
what you are telling them.
i wish i have not loved you.
It is this love that enslaves.
It is this love that betrays
myself. It is this love that
created all the confusion.
And so i have to let go and
let this love burn itself
until it is gone.
I am the ashes under my feet.
I am blown by thewind.
It is this nothingness.
This love.