Just Passing By, I Repeat.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you say, sex is just 10%
but love is,90% and i agree
with you 100%, no problem then,
but when you say you miss me
and that you want to be with me

or perhaps that suggestion that
we can live together and enjoy
the last days of our life,
i am so sorry, i do not have
regrets living my life the way
i live it now, even less the
10%, even without the 90%,

at that certain point in my life
i have gone numb, i am not ashamed
about a dilapidated house, a broken
fence, a grassy path, uncut bushes
growing wildly in my garden,
i do not know anymore what is
humiliation, i had more than enough
that you can take, i do not depend
on any other person, i am freed from
the hell of the other, i have
detached myself from myself,
no attachments, i go where i go,
i take everything what comes my way,
and so i have no what ifs, what nots,
no regrets, and i repeat

i am not from here and i am just
passing you by.