Today I saw my first love
In a cafe with overpriced cupcakes
And strange ice cream.
He looked well and my eyes who are
Refuted their training and stared at a wall.
In the midst of four people and the blare of great music
My heart thumped to the beat of
Each song.
I danced and batted my eyelids
Grasped his hands when unnecessary
And force fed him.
With each touch from sweaty palms
I dreamt of what can be.
With each force of feed
I wondered why he fights us.
Later that night in the midst
Of conversations that spanned from Illupeju to Okota.
The connection of MTN to GLO
I called a friend turned sister.
What we do all the time repeated itself
A congress on the men we love and those who love us.
It was my turn and
We discussed him
Dissected the reasons I won't let go
Trying to understand my choice to remain on a ship that had
long sailed.
How do I explain that no other compares.
Every other one is a shadow in his light.
My aimless wanderings into the hearts of men,
Men who are weary and tired
Who have permanent tenants and have no room to spare.
Men who are hollow just like me.
Dabbling in the idea that I could try to love then.
The problem is
I sold my heart and my buyer won't give it back.
Nkem Oyaghire
2 comments:
Very Nice. Totally relatable
Thank you very much.
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