Mellowing Poem by RIC BASTASA

Mellowing



you finally lie in bed
feeling nothing warm on your side
you put your hand on the forehead
trying to regain darkness away from
the lighted bulb
you have nothing in mind
even love
there is no use reminiscing
that makes you sad.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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