So Why Should I Think About You? Poem by RIC BASTASA

i think of you when i
write this and then i keep on writing and too keep on thinking still about you
what we did and what we did not finish doing and what i think about what you think when you were doing it to me.

there is this orchid with white petal on the bark of a narra tree and there is this caterpillar lost upon the luscious leaves and i understand perfectly that a home can be a consumption

that relationships are rituals of a feast on something so delectable and delicious within the mantel of our beings

did you know that we were like eating our souls together and that we like the food that we serve upon each other that we forget that we are half consumed and about to be gone into nothing?

i keep on thinking of you and then i was eating you like bread to my mouth
like ice to my tongue and
then it was sort of late for me to know
when i have already consumed you
and then you have become nothing to me.
at the time when my mouth
closed like a door at the end
of the happy hour

and that is the time that i tell myself

i have forgotten you.
Like food in those cheap eateries,
the taste no longer teases me.

So why should i think about you?