Selfie Poem by RIC BASTASA

This is one of the newest words added to our dictionary.
we invented it. But before it became a word, we had it
already a long time ago. When you stroll on the shore
alone and thinking, when you travel alone and sit on the
bus and looking nowhere, or when you live alone in an
apartment and anticipating that someone soon will join
you to comfort you, to fill you with that emptiness, or when
you arrive in an abandoned house and you stand at the
front yard assessing the damage of the storm in your head,
when you walk around the plaza and no one recognizes you
anymore because you left the place 25 years ago and there
are now so many changes that fail to account you, and when
you know no one whom you can ask to take your picture of
all these,

by all means, these are all selfies.And you worry no more.
You admit that you're lonely at times. But you are happy.

There is not enough of you, in this long and lonely road.