Strange is this
dilemma.
When all I bleed
on those blank sheets
is you and you
And you.
And yet, now
I fear.
What if you meet
your name tonight
when you read page
thirty two.
My heart trembles
to think.
And what of those
pages before
And what about
those after.
One secret that
was mine.
How many times
will she now find
in each page of
that book.
© Arindam Dey
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