To An Ex.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what we told them that we did
was all those games of catching spiders
rested in their spun webs on the trees
beside the mountain river

we we really did they knew so well
but how can we ever ever tell?

that what they knew was not all that happened
as it was something else more that what spiders are
on their transparent
webs of illusions upon those trees
that in the first place
never existed

what we had were more than words
and thoughts
and so how can we ever tell ourselves
truly
that we have already forgotten?