The Changes.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Changes....
alone in your private study
you hear the slamming of doors
this recently happens
and you expect them from hands
not soiled with love
unwashed by compassion
selfish hearts longing for
something that does not always return
you get used to it
and the sounds begin to faint
whispers on the other hand become louder
it is you, it will always be you
in all these quivers
from within
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