RIC S. BASTASA - when you come back

before you go
you put three things
just three things
on the table of your room

a red rose, a yellow mongol pencil,
a nail cutter,

a nail cutter is nothing
but when you come back you find it missing.

you think about the nail cutter
that ordinary nail cutter that you can buy
at anytime
in any store,

it is not there anymore, the red rose wilted
and the yellow mongol pencil is untouched.

you still think about the nail cutter
where could it be? who took it?

your world revolves now around
the missing nail cutter.

it is like loving an ordinary person,
who is now
missing.

RIC S. BASTASA

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