How Emptiness Is More Felt Poem by RIC BASTASA

How Emptiness Is More Felt



noon time love
after,

sleep creeps
on the
stained white
linens

the hand falls
on the side
of the bed

without her
breasts anymore

thoughts begin
waking up

weaving more
questions on
the ceiling

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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