lots and lots of these and those
everyday, every minute, every second,
at first we lose the it
and then the he and she
and then the you
and you think about regrets and remorse
but how can i ever tell you to change
now you are back
to a certain beginning about this and that
i give up. i close my ears. i listen to my i-pod.
i see you talking. i will not hear you.
you are far away, like a newly discovered planet still unnamed.
indeed, even that, you are still a controversy, a rumor, to be.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-and-those/
