Melissa Poem by RIC BASTASA

you must learn the greatest art that love
has bestowed upon lovers: forgetting
to ease the pain, to heal the wound,
to make the skin as smooth and firm
again, as though love and loss do not
go together.
There is this love that loves, and being loved.
There is also this moment of being tired.
The beginning of losing grip to the hands of
promises. There is this crowded room
with cactus and wine glass. The thorns
alive, the glass remaining untouched.
The wine losing its essence.
The feet wanting to go astray.
There is this door that closes
And shall never open again
Except for another face
Another voice.
Melissa, i will speak about destiny.
You have tried to take the trip to meet it.
It is not there. You played the saddest piece
On that violin, yet there are no tears.
You lose this time. And I am not surprised.
You are meant for someone else
The one with the better face,
The hair more shiny
The one that cries for you
When destiny once evaded you.
You must recall his name.
Because he is no longer here.