What will be will be.
There's no way around eventuality.
I'm still hoping like a fool,
against all odds,
that the meeting reflections
is where life is lived
and mistakes are forgiven
because everything is temporary.
Smash a glass in your frustration,
revolt against the constellations.
Love does not leave fingerprints.
She never complains or explains;
love may not be decadent
she simply engages the imagination.
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