A Monologue Of The Broken Heart, The Stupid Lover..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to be honest, i miss you,
badly in fact, but how can
i tell anyone? i do not even
speak about this, even when
i am alone, not even to
a wall (which may have ears)
or the to mirror
where i see myself and
feels the shame,
at least, for a minute.

here i write it, i miss
you and wish that you come back,
the joy of having you again,
the bliss, selfish as always.

on the other hand, i must
be real, and i must embrace
what is realistic enough.

you belong to someone already.
as i belong also not only to myself
but to another.

we are mountains apart now.
and i am in this kind of monologue
as though, you love me too.

shamelessly, i may pretend that
love is there, but honestly,
it was never there, even as a
shadow.

it is alright, i can survive
in my own silence. such sweet silence.
such golden silence, as here i am
putting the broken pieces of myself
back to itself together.

i tell myself, no regrets body,
you fell in love, and no matter
how stupid you had become, well, well,
tell them, you are in love,
you have sinned, and everything done
in love, will always be nice and
always...forgiven.