Sad But True Poem by RIC BASTASA

after all
those trysts
(i do not
really know
and i have not
fathomed the
depth of your
feelings)
we still avoid
our gazes,
(i must admit
love is gone)

i am not weak
i remain kind
(at least to
myself)i must
put dignity back
(i can forget
you, and even
detest you)

i have descended
much and you never
understood it
(till now, when
goodbye oozes like
blood from the
stab that you
have pushed
into my heart)