RIC S. BASTASA
Not Even A Memory... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
if it is for the feeling only
and nothing but the feeling alone
that you have to leave what should have been
treasured by you,
inside your heart and mind,
if she says, never mind, it is nothing but the feelings alone,
she does not have any substance at all.
she is just the coldness of air
the softness of sand, the height of a mountain,
the breeze of the sea,
she is nothing at all, not even a memory.
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