With No Word Even To Say, Or Describe, Perhaps. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am trying to figure
out how she shunned happiness


how she shuts herself like
a door lock

she was so beautiful when
she was young

she was loved but unable
to love in return

in her middle age she married
the wrong man

they split and never get
reunited

each getting separate ways
into more troubles

perhaps i am also the person
to be blamed

i did not tell her the truth
i did not tell her who she really is
or was

i just want her to be happy
even for once
even for once

could it be her religion?
ah, here, her family cannot be blamed

or even herself or even myself,
ah, if you believe in destiny or fate

then you must accept everything
every pain every detail without

question, with no one to blame,
with no word even to say, or describe, perhaps.