Upon This Promise.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we were in love.
we thought we are love.
or the world as we
exclusive and strong.

one day love died.
we cried. we brought flowers.
we said prayers.
we buried love in that silent city.

we looked at each other
trying to understand that love which died
and which we buried.

you covered your mouth. i put on my sunglasses.
too much light is glaring.
and your tears had to be kept in that
white cloth.

we left and arrived at home.
we sat on the the chair facing the sea.
then darkness came and we had dinner
we were speechless for a while.

love was gone. It will not be coming back
we buried it.

we realize, love is not us.
it is different. Distinct. that after all

tomorrow we can still move on without it.
we did not marry and live with each other for it alone.

it is gone. and we are still here.
still strong without it.

upon this promise.