Poetry

bits and pieces
 
i see
your  smile on the
face of a stranger who
greets me in peace with a handshake
at mass
 
you rushed
by the end of
the lane between the stands
at the store/ i followed to find
it was
 
not you/
the voice on the
phone sounded so like you
until the caller said her name
not yours/
 
i see
i hear i feel
scattered bits and pieces
of you around me now that you
are gone//
 
renato
monday 14 march 2016