If only
Life was resolved
In small moments of
Celluloid Clarity,
Where breakfasts and brunches and sad little lunches
Had small interludes, where we lived our lives
Where we were caricatures or men and women of certain types
All our flaws, all our smiles, all our little hopeless dreams
Would be resolved in time for dinner, with space left for small snacks
If only
Life was
resolved
In tiny
trespasses along
Alliterating
allusions,
Where time
and pain and all those little hurts
Would pass
in a montage, set to silent soundtracks
Where
ghost-quiet nights were woven together into magical quilts
Held together
by the threads that were unknotted from latticed shrines
When the invisible
returned from shadows of memories, to be whole again
If only
Life was
resolved
In small
moments of
Empathic
epiphanies,
Where
prayers and amulets and objects of unverified provenances
Had the
power, to turn fireflies into starry nights
Where our
messy little truths, no longer collided with our fictitious selves ‘
All our poems would find their own little ends, to wrap our stories with neat little bows
If Only.
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