Shall I Miss You? Poem by RIC BASTASA

the port sits there
the waves of the sea begin its travel
you are on the trough
and the ups and downs of the tides
shall take you away from me
you are in the foams
and i am in the mist of the mornings
the fog of my doubts
has given me
what certainties i need to
make me strong

once i wrote you a letter
when letters were the trend of those
lonely day: dear beloved, i miss you
but i guess that letter (which i somehow
regret having written
signed by another foolish pen)
must not have reached your
faithfulness because your
patience has not afforded
it the dignity
or concern of an answer

time is kind
it makes us forget and even forget
and forgo and
teach us to live
with a purpose saying: go on, move forward
that is the only choice

now, i have this pc,
i have your email address
i want to tell you: dear miss sue
i must honestly tell you
that i am happier now
without you.

i did not send it.
coz it does not really matter.
i have my own life now, and i am
this fat, contented cow
grazing on the green fields
of my endeavor.