we leave not because there are reasons
departures are silent
most of the time they do not speak like storms
they are like lovers
more like dust on the railways blown away
simply because the wind
always comes
simply because the wind exists
and winds by their nature do not stop
to blow away what is there that settles
but never
never permanently
this is life this is the wind
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-life-13/
