Backward. Till it's not

Love has many forms
of superstitions
and ways to escape it.
Love has many forms
of gum bubbles
and ways to crash them.
Love has many forms
of sadness
when you leave the country.
And all the drapes are shut.
Love has many forms
of longing
when you just-have-to-wait.
Love has many forms
of surprises
when you come back
without further notice.
Everything is backward
without love.
All the forms
of grief
facing you
from the inner pocket -
small pieces of wood
on your window sill -
that's all you have now -
who is brave enough
to ask for more?
Love has many forms
of silver linings -
when it's scary.
All the ways
out of the crowded bar
full of drunken talks
and splashes of uneasy thoughts.
Love has many forms
of entering your life
from the back door.
When you least expect.
No suspects.
Just footsteps
and your open palms,
finally hugging the form
who just so perfectly
fits you.
In the night.
In the morning.
When you're yawning.

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