Shall I See You Again? Poem by RIC BASTASA

your long black hair
blown by the wind of the sea
you eyes closing to feel what is inside you
some tears unseen from a distance
you embrace yourself in the middle of this
ice-cold morning
you stand there like a lonely post in the desert
the wind howls and the rain begins to fall
you run for shelter
wet and cold and i see you but i shall not ask for your name.

i remain here also drowned by my own storm
but i am not running for shelter.