On Phone
I got hers from them
She got mine from them too
I tarried for a day
She waited to hear my voice
I called one night at last
Her voice was pleasant and sweet
Mine, splendid and natural
All still on phone
Both smarting from a stab on heart
Our wound healed fast
Looks desperate to receive each other
Throwing caution off consciously
Alayande Stephen T.
8.05am
8th November, 2007
It was in Allen-Ikeja, Ayo’s place
But it was a true life story of my life
In love with a lady on phone,
Ibukun (IBK) Odetunde, for we’ve never met.
Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2007
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