Giving Way To New Beginnings Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i arrive home
today
it rains heavily

there is no one home

i have my own key still
i open the door and close it

i hear quite clearly my
footsteps reverberating
in all the corners of the
wooden room

there is a sad music
attached to each footfall

i open the glass door
to hear once again the sonorous
sounds of the rain falling
on the tin roof
gushing and
flowing freely
upon the gutters
down in
the drain

it is like remembering
and then wanting to forget
but then forgetting
may sometimes mean
the pain of having
to throw off yourself
bits and pieces of you
like raindrops
from the roof
down to the gutters
till it is taken
by all that is drained
in the
canals
of your personal
history

well it can mean too much
like a heavy weight
upon your
breast compressing
your heart

then you justify

this is life,
no one lasts forever
relationships make
their own
natural endings

to give way to
new beginnings