Love Hate Relationship Poem by RIC BASTASA

i see you, seated on the staircase, the old one
left by your parents long dead, and

you are crying there, some tears falling on the
carpeted floors, so your sorrow is invisible

to his eyes, when he comes home, you put on a smile,
like a light that you switch on when it is dark,

it has always been that everyday with you,
and him, and he tells you every instruction to keep that love

burning, you listen, but as soon as he goes
to another place, far, and you sit again on that old staircase

counting the rails and the chairs of the house
you begin to think honestly, that this affair is nothing but a

fraud. It is only him. But to him that should not be, as you he goes
away for days, and you keep on staying put

with all his instructions. You worry about the electricity of the house.
and the gas that keeps the oven hot for the bread
and the muffins

but for how long. The tank of gas will be empty soon.
and what he will find in this house, when you decide to end it all

is just the muffin that the ants of the house
are still eating. There is always a season to end what was started.

soon. It will be. You sit on the stair, looking out the door.
You will know how to make the dust. Soon, It will be.

He will never know.