Asking Cynthia... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

on the blank pages
i write nothing
on the wall i write
i only speak and
then leave
when i arrive here
i carry nothing and
thus give you nothing
when the hour comes
for departure
i travel light
as light as air passing
by your window
i take nothing too

empty handed i come
and empty handed shall i go

did you say that too

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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