Emptiness Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you enter your room
and you hear the sound of your steps
on the carpet, as you close the door
and the sound of the snowy silence
is sealed,

you begin to think why,
when will this last? oh, this cannot
be forever, i know, you keep
on telling yourself

this is temporary
this is the need of my life

there is an exit somewhere
you wait, this is the hope

there is this distance between
this and that
it is not that really far away
from each other

the nearness soothes and heals