Options... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when love dies
opt for commitment

someone will ask
where are you promises?

when love is drunk
wait till it becomes sober

when love is wounded
why not try healing it?

when love is lame
or its bones becoming brittle

when love bleeds
when everything seems to be hemorrhagic

why not rest for a while
and ponder about those promises

about that vow
for better or for worse

about that option
to be with each other

till now
and forever