Twisting Poem by RIC BASTASA

true,
true happiness is just
between us

usual,
the usual stroll in the park
holding hands
sharing cotton candy
and
relaxing later on a bench
under the poplar
tree

later, when you go away
for your
privacy and i am left alone
too in my room

from 10: 30 pm till
3: 00 a.m.
i say another thing
to myself:

at least, i can also be happy
when i am alone
with myself

thinking, thinking, about
not thinking at all.