To a Lover Gone

ȋ̝̊̅ wonder why we stopped speaking
Didn’t think we would be this far gone
The future looked like yards of teru cloth
Pure yellow, unsoiled
We splashed the colours
Missed the drawings and strokes
We made a rainbow mess.

The planes and lines and marks
My pencil drew and erased
Water colour seemed better suited
And then came charcoal
Oil-on-canvass was a final choice
But again,
ȋ̝̊̅ changed my mind!

You angered, ȋ̝̊̅ withdrew
You cajoled, ȋ̝̊̅ dug my heels
You whined, we quarreled
The future was painted in bright colours
We erased it with water
And marred the sheet
Would it ever be the same?

If words were tears,
I’d have twin rivulets
If words were blood
Mine is black
Black from experimenting with colours
Thinking of a better picture
The quality which would surpass any other
If words were ink
I’d have emptied my ink pots
Into your Russian ears
If words were cloth
Plain clean cloth
I’d get the picture right this time
Drop my garb
And get to work
If words were you,
O dear Ekene
No pretense, no airs
ȋ̝̊̅ would Love you
From the depth of my heart!

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8 comments

  1. Love should be maintained on earth as it is in heaven. All the lovers, read and learn from this piece. Dami! Well done!

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