Myself At Last.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to enter your room at night
when you are no longer there is to
make me a sense of home of you

i smell your body. it is earth to me.
i kiss the blanket, it is heaven.

i keep a handful of your unwashed clothes
worn by you before we ended.

the scent of your used clothing
gives me still that feeling of me still
belonging to you.

but tonight i will assure myself
that i am not a slow learner to this fact
that here i am
myself at last.