because there are too many <br />sand becomes sand to you <br />each grain taken for granted <br /> <br />dusts are just dusts at the <br />butt of the bus in that faraway <br />village, so insignificant <br /> <br />but try to remember what we did <br />there: how the sands have assumed <br />the shape of our bodies, how the <br />dusts left by the bus in that <br />faraway village had become the <br />left overs of our memories, the <br />way that goodbye was said, the <br />way all things settle down on the <br />road, on matters which we have <br />no control anymore. The silence <br />after... <br /> <br />each molecule of dust <br />each grain of sand <br />because of you has become <br />too memorable to me <br /> <br />so beautiful and sad to recall...<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-of-you-198/
