Hate Or Love, Your Choice
My fingers smashed on the piano’s keyboard.
Let her go. Who needed her?
The notes from the piano trembled with anger.
Was I blind?
Like meteors that smashed into each other,
Simply attracted by gravity,
Merely finding themselves on the same trajectory.
Is that how we fought?
Is hate our gravitational force?
Do we meet by chance
In the vast expanse of the universe?
Or because we were supposed to be rational,
We searched each other,
Just for revenge, for a fleeting moment of hate?
Yet hate was so short lived,
No satisfaction came with it,
Merely the useless thought
That someone had achieved some supremacy.
Were we blind?
Hate can never have the upper hand.
For after a while we search and find
The void of a sterile life.
The door opened and she came for a hug.
I felt elated. Our love took the upper hand.
The notes from the piano turned soft.
It is now a sweet sonata of a love lullaby.
5 January 2021
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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