Just Like Those Old Days..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in bed
we had a little talk
about everything

so much of those
tiny things i thought
until i notice something
so different

she wishes for a quick
death
hoping that there will
be no pain at all

i told her
no, there is always that
pain, a license,
a pass word,
a ticket to another
door, or a show
or another world...

i wish i will have
a happy death
one which happens even
without my knowing it
like a dream, she mumbles
to herself like
a bee

i shifted to another
lighter topic
i do not like to
talk about
an ending, be it happy
or otherwise

so i talk about the
present;
something delicious
to eat
some places to go
and this bed
perhaps for another
joke or
fable, ora fairytale

just like those
old days when we first
meet and make love
unceasingly