The Waves Of The Sea.......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

last Sunday
at the beach
we bond like seashells
on the sandy floor

seashells use their
tongues
and for shelter
fearing hands, they
all slide back
into their hard houses,

i look at you,
and precisely that is
what you had
been doing.

Sunday's laughter
with friends
cannot conceal the
angst within our
hearts.

when they all leave
as i remain alone in
the cottage
the waves of the sea
begin to tell
my story.