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!