stepping inside the room <br />you close the same door <br />sleep on the same bed <br />but this time, think of someone else, <br />something else, nothing extraordinary really, <br />something lovely, and indifferent, <br />something about dreams that never come true, <br />those years, wasted time, <br />leaves that do not serve any purpose <br />falling on the ground, rotten, <br />gone. <br />you accept these as part of you. <br />and then you <br />soundly sleep.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-end-of-the-day-you-just-listen/
