RIC S. BASTASA
The Sooner, The Happier, Perhaps - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
we have finally arrived
at letting you go and hence
from now on, your name is
a family taboo.
during breakfast we shall talk
about all things,
our travels, our shortcomings,
our songs, and poems and our
tragedies. Your story is out.
Your colors shall not be seen
in the house.Your other things
are thrown away. We cannot give
and so, here we are, living in
savoring our own kind of
at night we sail in this small
the moon above us
the ripples of the sea below
singing its own
glimmering interchange of
sound and light.
if we remember you in the loneliness
of our lives,
we only have regrets, and sometimes
no matter how we get rid of all these
they stick like stains of
blood in our garments.
but don't you worry. We have known
this art of killing memories too.
perhaps, we have to perfect it.
the sooner, the happier, perhaps
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