And

And then it finally happened,
I dated a poet
after scholars
and doctors
and friends
and seniors,
and even an MBA.
There he was,
A poet
and I hoped
there would be no
And
after that.
He had the words to express
his love for me,
his hatred for the bourgeoisie,
his desire for change
his hopes from his words.

And then it happened,
I listened, smiled and wondered,
Is this the End?

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