Silence Poem by RIC BASTASA

silence is when you simply
read the lines of the person you miss
and stop right there

you remember the past
with no regret you say
she was your first love
the first penetrating love that you cannot ever forget
like an arrow from a bow with a string stretched that far
shooting deep into the chambers of your heart
that you can hardly breathe
you almost die because of too much bliss

you stay there
like a vacant chair outside unkind for the night
thinking some more

what if you did not say the words which hurt her
you could have been together still
happy with each other
you could have given her children
there would have been laughter and chasing and playing
in the room of your house

you stare at the window which is open
to a place far away

there is no regret
you keep on saying that
there are no possibilities anymore for the chains of love to reconnect
there is no more bond
to a past left to rot in the gutters

to your wise judgment
she is dead
and she must be dead forever

you are honest enough to admit that at one time you love her
and you gave her that love without expecting something in return

it is sad
she never loved you
she felt nothing
even with the feeling of the smallest grain of sand

facts and facts of a broken heart healing itself with years and years
of bitterness

it is alright now that you have survived in that faraway land
with some autumns and winters
and summers and springs

do you feel better now? no regrets, bury her and say some prayers too
like you were one of the merry men without sighs because their
wives left them
and they felt it was for their own
good and that at the end
all will be
back at their right places