My Place Is Still The Same... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not know you that much
it is just your picture beside a clean shaven man
whose hands wrap your body as you smile
prudently, shy and composed perhaps
no longer ashamed to tell the world that
you have found the right one for you

i do not know you
i have seen you once in the market place
looking for an ethical
fabric of your next creation

i wonder why i followed you
you do not know me too
you have no inkling as to who i am

this is not a matter of love or compassion
it has something to do with a curiosity
whether you are happy or sad
whether you have written some poems for our existence
some words for our despair and perhaps some notes
for this anxiety

you will never know me for i am far from what you have heard
or seen
i live somewhere beyond the address of my words and creations
you shall never know that place
peculiar in its colors and scents

there is no texture that jibes with any of my moment
somehow, guts tell me that we are born with the same fate
or defects or limitations
that is why i followed you because i wonder how you manage
with that disability

you are in the arms of someone now
clean shaven, looking like an innocent dragonfly
stopping over a leafless twig
and soon, shall die without a trace of why.

my place will still be the same
a cave covered by a curtain of waterfalls
old vines, and dry interior where i never put off the fire.