On Losing The Beloved Poem by RIC BASTASA

now they will tell me
to appease my deep sorrow
that the beloved has become
a part of everything
that after all
nobody is gone

that the beloved has become
dew, a glint of snow,
the flower in bloom
the sea and its waves
the sand and the dunes

can't believe it
the beloved is wrapped in the hands
of another
happy around the arms
of the beguiler

am not comforted at all
got to find other solutions
other than
poetic illusions