Found....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

finally we met
and i brought you for a treat
dining in a fancy
restaurant of this old
city.

you changed.

it is not the same hairstyle.
your choice of words, your mannerism,
the way you tell your past,
the way you dream for the future,
all of these changed.

i was looking forward to meet
the same old friend,
but now it is hopeless to find you.
you changed.

i am meeting you as a total stranger,
at first glance,
someone that i do not believe in,
someone i honestly detest,
and after that meeting, those exchange
of pleasantries,
the way i listened most of the time,
i always arrive at the conclusion,
that you changed, that it is not you anymore
but someone else.

i will wear you own shoes tonight
when you are away with some other drinking buddies.
i do not fit, my feet are too small.

i also changed, and this is the truth.
i do not belong to the past anymore.
i am not lost, i am found.