I Stopped Comparing Myself To You And The Rest Of The Gang Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is no use
there is no cure for this hollowness

so let it be

i sometimes think that you are luckier
what with a family of three
and a house on top of a hill with a red car parked nearby
what with a parrot to greet you good mornings inside that silver cage by the window
of your cottage at the right side of your daffodil garden

on the other hand
what choice do i have?

i live on my own now
rooted to a family history

the house is old but smelling still of the bread that mom used to bake
the wall still resounding of the nails that father hammered on my younger days

so many things so many memories

and so i stopped comparing myself to you
you are different, so much different to what i am

i will be what i can be
without you even without this world
even in the eternity of emptiness

for this universe is nothing but a big burst
of loneliness

coping up with planets and stars
moving on somewhere still hoping to catch

what happiness is all about.