We always talked about forever,
It was our quote. Our anthem.
I remember sitting every night with you, staring at the skies,
You in my arms, my breath against your neck,
My hand rubbing your tummy so slightly,
Our thoughts far away, yet at a converging destination - future.
I miss the name you called me.
No! Not just the name, but the sound of the name as you pronounced it. It made me wonder if that truly was my name.
I miss the times our lips locked,
And our hormones became an erupting volcano as I found the nape of your neck.
I miss the silent moans that escaped your lip against my ear,
They became my favourite verse of our song.
It's hard to define what I feel now,
We made promises, ran the race together through several hurdles.
Yet, the last time we spoke was to tell you to keep away,
To stay away and not talk to me.
How every word slipped through my lips breaks my heart,
Burning my tongue like vinegar on a thirsty day.
I sit here now as my eyes well with tears.
Tears for the times I wish we could still have together,
For the moments we could still smile together,
Or the moments I could bring you food, and feed you as you become my cuddly baby.
Your voice still rings in my head as a morning alarm.
I find it hard to forget you.
This really is a different kind of love.
I miss you... But it's your day, not mine.
So blossom and shine.
By Olaniyi Olawunmi

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