2: 06 A.M. Poem by RIC BASTASA
2: 06 A.M.
here we are
more of friends
we've had no sex
for the
past years
you refuse my
advances
and so i recede like
a wave back
to the arms of
the sea
here we are
still together
i ponder
we are stuck in this
kind of bed
we stare at the
ceiling
creating our own
kind of stars
here we are
asking ourselves if we
are happy
the fact is
we are happier
without asking
for more.
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