Where You Can Be Alone And Then Bleed Poem by RIC BASTASA

yes i remember
that rainy afternoon
when everybody in the
bulwagan are leaving for
home early since it is
valentine's day anyway
and we happen to be near
each other and so i who
perhaps have nothing really
important and significant
to say just greeted you
a happy valentine's, and
you (as i observed)
obliged with a fat smile
rushed to your car and did
not bother looking back
and i understand it, for
you have a broken heart
which has not healed yet
by public knowledge, as you
sped away hurriedly to
some other place
where you can be alone
and bleed.