i do not wish you to
read me
as you read another
poem of me
early this morning as it
is raining
inside my heart

the rain never stops
and the storms
have been so strong
but i have never wavered
like a leaf
taken away from a
branch

the leaf is gone
it rots somewhere else
and the branch dies
like any other part of
any tree

but we are different
we die
but our deaths are not
the same

after this, nothing stops
us
to go back home again

and home is where we are
our true selves again

i do not wish you to come
with me
there is this inevitability
for life beyond
what any word can imagine

i do not wish you to read me
because life itself reads us
and then puts us back again
into some mystical senses

and this is what we have not
fully understood and this is my
only hope
why i keep on writing again and
again

now without you because you have
also found
what you are

i am happy now because you
cannot remember

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-you-cannot-remember-anymore/