Poem #11

There was no closure and things
were left hanging in the air because
maybe, just maybe, there’s still a tiny
glimpse of hope that the future has something
in store for us. Maybe goodbye is not
the end but a beginning. We just have to be
patient until then, until our lips lock again.


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