An Ode To Marital Music Poem by RIC BASTASA

without you i know i will die
like a water bag ousted of
all its water

without you i know i will be
empty and disturbed and
lost like a child deprived
of its mother

without you i will not be
myself anymore i will just
be the ordinary man
on the street

stripped of a name and
robbed of my chosen
identity

without you i am a nobody
and people will no longer
know my name

without you i will have no place
to go without you i will be
without a house and a car
and all that i have will
be surrendered to you

..... i am happy, without you
i am still me. i am glad that all these
may finally be so unreal
that this is
just a very lousy poem from
me to you.

Be happy. I have decided
finally to take a break, and possibly

i will not be coming back.

p.s.
please read my note
under our marital bed.