No Names, Never..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

love is made
too quickly and
no question is asked
if you are
happy.

making love
is a secret we try
to both share.

no leak on the roof
all these heavy
rains.

a window closes
a door seals us
from the rest of
those grieving
those who want to
die.

one expects nothing
from love
to love truly.

tomorrow you leave
and your silence says it
all: you are not
returning.

there is a guess
someone moves along with a shadow
the best company
in this quest for
immortality.

sadness is a bundle.
grief is a grape.
losing is freeing.
loving is sealing lips.

someone learns to forget
someone.
there will be no names.
no names, never.