i am attuned to silence. get used to sadness. <br />learned to take a walk alone. no one is here. <br />and no one will be there to meet me <br />at the edge of this longing. <br />i get used to other people leaving. <br />amused sometimes at your coming. <br />i also celebrate with some things <br />that stay. but i am always prepared to face <br />the sorrows of departures. i leave too <br />without looking back at the door. i also <br />fear turning my body into salt. <br />i too have some regrets. <br />and wishes, and i too learned the need <br />to hope. <br />but this time, without you <br />i am giving up everything in me. <br />until i find you back, i will be lost. <br />until i see you, these eyes shall be blind. <br />this is our picture.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-i-find-you-back/
