We were all once young and dumb | Peter Y. Chuang

I sat and thought about the distant past
When we were all once young and very dumb.
I gave you up for love which hardly last:
The love which broke my heart; regrets to come.

I needed you to heal my wounded soul,
But you were hurt as much and left the place.
I looked for you with my heart hardly whole,
With tears flow like little streams on my face.

When we met again, you’d fallen for him,
My soul was once again crushed and destroyed.
Would my life have been so dark and so grim
Had I known she was the love to avoid?

I wished we didn’t let it slip away,
That we should not have let our dear love stray.

Peter Y. Chuang is a Hong Kong-born novelist and short story writer who’s lived in London and calls Berlin his spiritual home. He has completed the manuscript of a literary science fiction novel, “Twenty Forty-Seven,” and is currently re-writing another literary novel, “Only You Know What It Means.”

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