as we walk <br />we feel the loneliness of <br />two people <br />with questions to the breeze <br />that give us only <br />a hug of a hush <br />we stroll <br />our hands begin to <br />quiver <br />it is cold you tell me <br />come i ask you <br />but you have doubts <br />about the sea <br />you have a space <br />between our union <br />we have become <br />two distant boats <br />sailing in opposite <br />directions <br />i like to tell you <br />goodbye take your luck <br />somewhere else <br />but my mouth is like <br />a pool not giving up <br />any of its water <br />then we reach the <br />destination of our journey <br />and as expected <br />you are not with me <br />i look back and <br />see your shadow <br />dissolving in the mist <br />i hear nothing now <br />except the beating of <br />my heart <br />the thoughts inside my <br />head <br />refusing to utter what <br />their conclusions are <br />and then i sit on the sand <br />lay my head on a rock <br />look at the night stars <br />without thinking <br />what happens next <br />but this i must tell you <br />i am always at home <br />with myself <br />there is always this <br />comfort that i have not <br />told you about <br />even before the glacier <br />breaks into the escape <br />of its waters.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-with-you-8/
