Imagining That There Is Still You.... - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i feel dignified
knowing that distance
has not choked
what my mouth had long
wanted to speak,

i am redeemed by your
constant reading about
what i have written and
rewritten for years
though i have not really
mastered what it say must.

here i am sitting on a
hard chair still making most
of the thinking
what to further do with
my own life and perhaps
put meaning to the senselessness
of the world: its absurdities
and even uncertainties,

i am free to imagine who you
are, what you also do, how
you must have read every word
i have written, how you must
have taken note of my longings.

here i am feeling justified
about time and silence, about
love and unselfishness, here,
this moment, i shall put
another word, and another,
until by my own constraint,
shall put an end to it.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

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