Not Hell.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what now self? let us talk.
we have become strangers.
i do things that you do not like
in the same manner with you, but
we are still here, one body, one soul,
one mind, but look at our hands,
they cannot hold one thing, reflect
on our minds, they had become two
selves, asserting against each other,
and look at our feet, all moving in
different directions.
we talk, now. Hands on the table,
feet below the chairs, and listen.
what is your heart saying? and what
is mine murmuring. Let us talk
deeper into how we shall soon end.
This body is not us, and this soul
is not ours. Let us talk, We will
end sooner, and let there be no
regrets. We shall see each other
again, and let is be paradise and not
hell.