What the Poet Wished

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If an hourglass could be provided

Every time a soul comes by,

I would put another spoon of sand

Inside of it or maybe I'll make each time

Worthy of remembrance.

If a time machine exists,

I might stop by every door of theirs

Introducing me to different phases of love

And will produce more good remembrance.

I will go to the time I met them

Giving them warmth of a heart

So that we could not destroy each other.

Especially, I would go back to the time

I opened the door for him

At 1am, witnessing his smile

As we rush into our mini office.

How he hid behind its door

So that my mom wouldn't see him.

How I rushed to the other house

To assure her that I was busy doing my projects

And when I came back to him

He gave me warm hugs

Enough to make me feel safe

And watched me while I was closing my eyes,

How it made him feel like a man

Knowing that he could protect

Someone like me.

How his kisses made feel giddy with delight

And comfortable at the same time

For the first time in my life.

And if time machine exists,

I would dare not to extend my hours from there

And left him, least it was a good memory after all.

Nevertheless, it brought me something that fits

The puzzle to my being.

Or if an hourglass could be provided

Everytime a soul comes by,

I would put another spoon of sand

From it to the moon so that it could

Be added there for me to write their names on it.

But I know that an hourglass makes no difference but just a time measurement and still I am glad these bittersweet things happened because I found my identity.

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