The Silence Between Us, You Read A Book, I Face The Monitor Poem by RIC BASTASA

talking has become a surplusage
when thoughts are like a gathering of
old friend in the university where
we finished college

there is always an ongoing exchange of
what if's
or oh my God
is that you?
what happened
to the standard bearer
of 1981?

the lips are like tombs whose openings are
closed
recently because the dead body is there
resting in eternal peace

the room has become a very big ocean for the two of us
boats without sails

in the middle of darkness going nowhere