..Soon, Soon, Soon...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a way
to deal with separation

a game of departure sometimes
is not unusual

you say you want to leave
but there will be no leaving

you decide to stay but in the
house you are not a part of it
anymore

alright you sing, i do not like
to leave but i cannot stay

which of course befuddles the one
who thinks still loves you

there is mud all over the floor
and the windows are shut

so you cannot see the stars so
the moon cannot take a peep in the
room

and what happens next still remains
to be a mystery between the bed and

the ceiling, a haggle between the pillows
and the blankets

all these sorts of inconsistencies and
ironies which play well with the audience

inside a dark theater where you can hear
the drooping of a pincushion, where a camel goes
through the eye of the needle

that is the show of course of your 56 years
acting and keeping up with the script

what to say, and how to act your lines
so well, without expecting any reward

except the hope perhaps that this would
soon be over, and that you finally find

the one whom you love so truly despite
the tragedies that it had given you and

so here we are back to our lonely lines
always ending with soon, soon, soon, soon.....