do not be alarmed when i am preoccupied with seeing birds <br />flying away <br />from us from the fields that we see when we are both wondering <br />what lies ahead: it is just a bad dream, and soon <br />the dream simply becomes forgotten replaced <br />by another preoccupation, <br />we are too, so so human, <br />fearing even fears, <br /> <br />we do not like the time when we have to say goodbye, <br />we do not like to spell the word and pronounce it, <br />we always stick to hello, and end what we have on that word alone, <br />we even close windows <br />to drive away any ill wind that comes inside the room, <br /> <br />a lady friend keeps telling me that i must tell you <br />that i am yours and that i must love you till the end of time, <br />that there is no reason for insecurity <br />because the rest are but spices and dessert and i like what she said <br /> <br />you are still the main menu <br />(in fact, let me add: still my favorite, when <br />nobody's watching)<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-i-am-yours-and-you-made-me-what-i-am/
