Without Your Permission Poem by RIC BASTASA

some things are meant to be lost
others thrown away
just like that

the people you trust, sometimes,
are the people taking them away
and you begin to think,
i am wronged.

trust can be misplaced, like a
love that you want to give,
but never taken,


like a seed that you throw away
but grows not in your soil.

like a person you leave in the house
while you take a break somewhere,

and when you come back
you notice that some things are missing
very important details
of a landscape


but out of love, or respect,
simply that way to buy peace,
you simply ignore, and move on
with what is next,

because those things
are meant to be taken, to be lost, to have
been given at the right time,


but which had already been taken,
always without your permission.