Not A Strange Story.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i may have you
within the clasp of
my hands
as though you are
a butterfly within
my sight,

but you shall always
be unpredictable
as my fear is,
and it comes as often
as you
in this silent moment,

but i have prepared myself
for this kind of truth,
and if it unravels finally
like a woman
lifting its veil, i will
be ready with the
words in my mouth,
and if the other is
ruled by anger, and shoos
me away
like a sparrow from a
field of hay,
i claim responsibility,
i know how to leave and
arrive in another place
in another arms,
from the perspective of
a happy embrace.

to start anew
and be empty again
is not at all
a strange story.