Not Just You Poem by RIC BASTASA

i, too, had it, not just once,
but many times, when i
wake up at the wrong hour
and think of you
and then i take my old
favorite pen and
yellow pad paper
and begin to write
a letter for you

you are a ghost now
far away
and i expect you
not to read this
letter that i am
not sending anyway

i will not even
read it
i will just keep it
so when another being
comes whose interest
is poetry and by chance
he digs upon my
poetry books that no one
bothers to read
anymore
at anytime

he may find it there
inserted in one of the
pages between
two chapters
concerning the themes
of love and
death

and perhaps he too
will understand how is to
truly love and be
so unloved because
death has come
to early because
the timing was wrong
because the world
has not understood
because one
sometimes in pain
has no cure
but just the silence