The Purpose... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have never explained to you
what goodbye meant

when i left you, it was raining
you want to hold my hand, but it was slippery

there was running water in my palm
my eyes were blinded by mist

i have still all the explanations
but still i must keep them and

bring these all to my grave
buried there with me...

it was not that i lack the love
that was all reserved for you

always remember that....there is nothing
that fulfills me

my emptiness is an ocean without fish
inside are the glaciers of cold thoughts

your boat on fragile sails deserves a better sea
calm and clean and clear

where corals nest where fish are abundant
i have no regret having loved you and left you

you are happy now, my departure has served
so well the purpose with which it was done.