Poetry

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Mimi KADUKU

We could have been high school sweethearts,
you know.
All signs were there
The goblet of fire full of heartbeats
and stomach butterflies was waiting for the sparkle
that never lit
The straw was shy,
the phosphorus was frightened
We were shy and frightened
Love was too much to unleash and embrace us
Instead, it choose to become a sleeping volcano
that stirs only in its dreams

Time is abstract in the matters of feelings