Sadness And Silence.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

for how many times
shall i ask you to put
your arms around me?

and when you put them
they are heavy without

those fingers, and cold
as stones at dawn by

the pathway of the house
leading to an abandoned

room, where memories once
danced like lovers under

the fullness of the moon,
shower of golden lights,

when i arrive there again,
i feel the silent cries of

the catacombs, sadness
though did not kill me.