That Isolation Poem by RIC BASTASA

watching the two of you
in such a huddle
at noon
till nighttime
i can imagine the pain
in those
suppressed silence

i could be too stupid to
dare ask

your face shows the magnificent
pretense
just like the other

when i look to the other side
you show the truth

i do not bother checking some more
you both, are entitled to your own

opinions of the flesh, as i try
somewhere else to find

what ought to be
right what ought to be done

it is after all not a question of
pain or
ecstasy

but i think it is more of the nobility
that dignity in the journey

of solitude, of distance, of
identity in honored isolation.