The Softness Within Us.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the soldier friend of
mine does not want to appear
soft, (or weak)

he sent roses to his partner
and says that it was just a
way of appeasing her

afraid perhaps to feel love
he feigns it as a compliance
if not a joke which of course

who once was in love (to the
woman whom i never married)
would never believe him as such.

(deep within)(i should have told
him)(there is nothing soft at
all in our humanity,
there is nothing weak at all
with our bones
if once in love we show it
wholeheartedly
even with just some flowers
of the affection of some
calls or
texts


the scent of which we shall
always remember when we face
finally our own daily wars.