She Is Dead... Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps she had
enough

there were men in
her life, ah, that is expected

one must be open
to something that is neither right or wrong

there was even a priest
it is sad

when they begin to pretend
that they do not know each other

in Boracay someone judges her
but i prefer the idea that there is that realm of

something that is above right or wrong
that feeling of extreme joy

when everything becomes, no matter what,
becomes a part of the many things

forgiven,
they say she won't reach valentine's day

she had her own time of the
hearts, she lived a life without regret

she had her suns and moons and stars,
she bathed in the same river where we once had all these

today she is dead
and the goodness, all the goodness in her must triumph

who are we? we are the mourners
and please do not, do not ever say those bad words

please, do not even whisper,
we know.

may her soul finally find the peace, and love
that eternal affection that only God can give.