glimmering through
the hole of hope,
flickering incessantly.
I strive pretty hard
to get back at you,
like a cuckoo popping
out every hour, reminding
me of how eager I am at
the closed doors of your heart.
May be I shouldn't have met
you, in the first place.
Second of all, I shouldn't have
dreamt about our children,
our house, or anything with
you in it.
May be, you were my
favorite lesson
in my history class.
Just so you know,
I used to hate history,
Only to eventually admire it now.
I stare at the flickering light
missing your palms
and talk to myself
Saying, whatever will
happen, will happen.
And may be that's how
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