359 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

take this empty paper cup
i have in my hand
it is empty
and you will fill it
i ask of you

you think of the hot water
and coffee
so i may not sleep for days

you change your mind
you take the cup
and fill it with coldness
like chunks of ice

no i will not crack
on this sudden change
like the empty cup
in your hand
i am simply made of paper

throw me crumple me
i am prepared and i really
do not mind at all

i have always felt
the same love for you
even in the midst
of a frosty day
on thick fogs
on cold tin roofs

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 19, 2009

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