And Then You Shake Your Head Saying You Do Not Remember Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a dark room
in our house
where we stay for
a while
to admire how strong
we are
how beautiful we feel
when are so alone
and quite
there is this corner
of the room where we lay
our bottoms
where we close our eyes
and rest
there is this window that we
keep closed
where we refuse to see the
world outside
where the winds are so cold
where leaves fall and blown
away
there is this self that you
want to meet and shake hands
with
ask its name again for the
nth time
and then you shake your
head
saying you do not remember