Divorce

Last night my mother called;

"I have left your father" she said.

In that instant my fragile life cracked

But her voice stronger than never

Her resolve obvious

I knew she was serious.

In his defence;

"But you love him" I said.

"Love is subjective" Mama Michelle.

I had a dream of them

Of things he did

And of that she hid.

Images my mind had thrown away;

Grainy like android videos on Snap chat

Yelling of adult voices

The kiss of a fist against a face

I just can't see whose face clearly

My dream is foggy

My mother left my father

With that she told me

All I had wondered for years.

There is only so much

Love will give you.

It’s not a genie or a god

It won't change him

Love is merely anesthetic

For as long as you let it.

Eventually you either wake up

Or you die under.

Nkem Oyaghire