|
| |
Never meant to part
For weeks, my hands searched your side of the bed,
Yet emptiness mocked the warmth I desired.
Our love now lives in a distant, closed past,
Where memories refuse to fade or dim.
That morning you spoke your final good-bye
Turned my whole world to a mourning ground.
I lost the knowing of what love feels like,
For your absence drove me into deep grief.
Ten years have not healed the wound of divorce;
Time has not mended this fractured heart.
The pain grows sharper with each passing year,
And no new love can break this bolted door.
You said we must walk on separate pathways,
Yet we’ve stood still on the same ground for years.
Love refuses to flow to other hearts,
Though you claimed we were not meant to be.
Come back, my sweetness—let’s mend what we broke;
No lovers are perfect under the sun.
We only fit when we’re with each other—
For only God is perfect, never man.
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
|
|