The Proverbial Forest Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Proverbial Forest



if you do not have me
when you do not touch
any of my fingers
clinging to my
hands
despite your pleas
the flow of
tears
without me
no sorrow is felt
no sobbing is heard
for without me
loving you
there is also no you
to speak of

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RIC BASTASA

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