Patterned... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i must remember
we all love sunsets
we waited in fact
when it comes
by the sea sometimes
or on the grounds of
the university
we face the mountain
of curves and we
are silent...
we know what doubts are
and we make promises
never shall we be this and
that.............we shall only
be what they want us to be
what is likable
and acceptable.....we are so naive
and young and
so innocent.....when ages come like
layers of earth for
each kind of deluge
we accept we are wrong

we only have to be us
we do not have to be what they want us to be
because we have become
so unhappy.......after all those years we meet again
on the grounds of the university
waiting to another sunset....
we hate one another now
we have assumed patterns
we have common shapes
we are almost identical
all unhappy pieces of their art
.......we finally shy away
parting....we hate sunsets
more than ever......
we forget our names
we did not have any.....well anyway...

who are you?
and where are you going?

how sad and tragic
these patterns
these common pieces
these us and them...