Who Are You Really? .... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i still long to remember
what i have just forgotten

the smell of your hair
how does it smell now?

the taste of your lips
i must be sober

the feel of your body
your thighs and arms

i must have forgotten
all these because i have moved on

but something keeps on disturbing
my own peace

who are you? are you here at last?
why are you following me?

your name is the wind's whisper
you are felt in the emptiness of

my arms, you are touching me
with almost everything...