To a Lover Gone
I wonder why we stopped speaking
Didn't think we would be dis far gone
The future looked like yards of teru cloth
Pure yellow, unsoiled
We splashed d colours
Missed the drawings and strokes
We made a rainbow mess.
D plains 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,
?°?¯ changed my mind!
You angered, I withdrew
You cajoled, I dug my heels
You whined, we quarreled
The future was painted in bright colours
We erased it with water
And marred d sheet
Would it ever be d 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 dis time
Drop my garb
And get to work
If words were you,
O dear Ekene
No pretense, no airs
I would Love you
From the depth of my heart!
Copyright © Damilola Olaniyi | Year Posted 2013
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