My Hands Soaked In Indifference.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

upon a torn garment
of yours
as you stand inside
your room
lies love, at least
to me, in my loneliness
lies what i call love,
and you laugh,
you never feel that
it is,
for it is a part of you
that you want to
keep in lament, away
from me, from the rest
of the longing humanity,
i touch it and you feel
how it is to be loved at
least, how you shiver,
feeling my hand
soaked for a long time
in indifference.