Before I Met You Poem by RIC BASTASA

Before I met you I had laughter
A sane one, the laughter that you hear
In the usual cafes, in the market,

Then I asked for your name, we gazed
You showed you like my gaze, you liked
The way I talk, and I could sense it the
Way you gaze, the way you talked to me,

Like we have become two mirrors looking
At each other, like we have become two
Hands complimenting each other’s hold,

Like we have become two lips nearing
For the kiss to seal our emptiness, but
Then I close my eyes and see that it
is not you, and it is not me, in that
Moment, we see two strangers scared,

Two strangers scared in the darkness
Where we hid our two equal emotions,
We both remember the freshness of

Two mirror wounds and we compromise,

We are not; we are not really ready for this.

I get back to my laughter, the one before I met you.