Call it fate
Call it chance
Call it -another
Turn away
And break it, again
Tear it all into pieces
Throw it all far
Far away this time
And then,
Play fetch
As you often do
Fetch it all again
And come back to me.
Come back to me a thousand times
Or disappear for the last of them all.
They say ignorance is bliss;
Yet I would gladly repeat this fate
No matter how hard it would break
the last pieces of my heart
That led me to experience
you.
Love it! Love to read your poems…