When Summer Is Gone Poem by RIC BASTASA

When Summer Is Gone



she reads to me
the story today as
i lay on my bed
waiting for her
to sleep with me

that:

there was this old
man holding the
hand of an old
woman and this

young woman was
curious about how
they were able to
keep their love
strong and glowing

and the old man said
i am holding her because
i do not want her to fall
down the road that we
are walking together

and she said to me
darling how lovely
would commitment be

and i said come my
love sleep with me

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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