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Chibisi Ezeileagu Poem
A whisper soft, a tender glance,
Like sunlight through the morning’s dance.
Your laughter sings, so warm, so bright,
A beacon in my darkest night.
Hand in hand, our hearts align,
Two souls entwined, a love divine.
Through every storm, through joy and pain,
I’d choose you, love, again… again.
Copyright © Chibisi Ezeileagu | Year Posted 2025
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Chibisi Ezeileagu Poem
The aisle stretched longer that day,
a white river with no other shore.
Her fingers crushed the lace of her gown—
Where is he?
The guests’ whispers grew teeth,
gnawing the silence between hymns.
Later, they’d say he was the villain,
the man who fled his own shadow.
No one mentioned the envelope
thick with cash in the sexton’s pocket,
or the father’s wine-stained lips
sealing a lie:
“She deserves better.”
(Oh, but the knife twists
when the hand you kiss
sharpens the blade.)
Samantha collects the petals
of her bouquet one by one
each a word from a vow
she’ll never hear.
Copyright © Chibisi Ezeileagu | Year Posted 2025
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