The Truth Always Comes Out Poem by RIC BASTASA

Sometimes, two people live in the same house
and they behave like posts
always stoical in their maintained distances
just to make the house stand just to make
others who are there
live.

what the passersby hear are the sounds of
children chasing themselves in a game of chances
sometimes there is strumming of a guitar
but it is dark there and you cannot see someone singing

what you will hear are merely speculations of the song
the shadows on the walls also peep at you by the window
and they know that you are confused too
wanting to find out what is really going on in there

'there is a happy couple there making love perhaps'
that is what you suspect and since the house is always
closed and you hear the singing of some voices
in the dark, you often make the conclusion that
'they must be happy, they must be happy'
and happy people have a world of their own
always to the exclusion of other

you feel you are an exclusion, but don't you worry
the truth always comes out, and whatever that is, i am
telling you
'it is beautiful' always beautiful like what you can
always be

if you just believe it.