Sighed Poem by RIC BASTASA

i'll miss those days
when both of you and mom
are going together on a trip
and there is no more news
what is happening
in your destination

i like the silence for once
a news blackout
where i can also be left
alone
tending about how i am
going
with my own self

i will miss those moments
when you tell me that you are having
fun with mom
and telling me that she is one ideal
woman

...i like it

she is never my mom and
i erred having you

i think i miss myself with the
other woman
who left me with all her tears