Did We Do It Really For Love? Poem by RIC BASTASA

we had it once
then twice and then
it became wild and
uncontrollable, like a
rage,

but then there is a
sobriety, like the way
the storm leaves us
to show a silk sea without
the murmur

we stop for a while
it is after all, stoppable,
we regain our senses
we are back to our strong selves
and we look back with disdain
about what happened.

it was not happiness
it was not the kind that i long for.
a nightmare, but not that
judgmental

did we do it really for love?