all that i hear from the rain at dawn
when in the usualness of
waking up early
the mind begins what it must do
is this grumbling of things that always leave us
why people do not stay
why this world rotates and tilts
why you are left in the corner of the door
always waiting
for someone to return back to your arms again
when the years have dimmed into some rotten memories
into dust into air
and your face has become nothing but an empty
space in one of the lonely corners
in your heart
RIC S. BASTASA
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