Loving A Widower Poem by RIC BASTASA

your way of loving a widower
is a way of saving your life

not that it is this kind of long
distance love with nothing
to use but
just a voice in your wilderness
and some sweet talk
for at least once a week
or twice a month

but this can make what you have
in suspense
another four years to wait till
his youngest daughter graduates
in college

you wait
you like the drag of a promise
the years pass by
and then you look yourself at the mirror
the wrinkles tease you
you have been deceived
and now you find the chance
of saying no
time passed and you say
i had enough of waiting
now i can have my own life
within my hands
and i will shape it the way i like

and then you are alone again
but happier this time
deep inside you
it is what you actually wanted
and you have chosen it

like it is your destiny
you say you want it and
then finally declare
you don't want any

like you throw a stone to the sea
to make the ripples
but what you wanted to see
are ripples disappearing one by one
and the stone finally sinking
deep down under
until it is gone and you sit and stare
and heave a sigh

finally you leave a smile to the setting sun
and then take your way back home

i guess no one is still waiting
you take the key from your purse and then open your door