After Love Blues.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i wait for
Time when someone like
You will just be a
matter of
a broken part, a slice of a
cake
a left-over morsel
a wine unconsumed by
a rushing guest
chasing for his flight
back home

when perspectives change
when something more important
is embraced
when the second look becomes
merely a glance
and i become so unaffected

it is as if i, like you,
in the same manner wait for
that time when
we become whole again,
strong as a ball
rolling on the football field
and stop
as the players are exhausted
and then take their much
needed rest.

it is here where the sun
sets so beautifully
and we are trapped in such
an awe.