Those that were meant to be, meant to last-
Memories, rings, smoke and shattered glass;
City of shades, stairs of entangled lives:
How it could have started, asks the wife.
The sky pours down, a lover's tiff in town
An inch closer and almost lost pronouns.
When the bells ring, let the secrets sound
A toast to possibilities, of Tinseltown.
For Wong Kar-wai's In the Mood for Love.
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