We used to talk on the phone for hours.
About every random dream of ours.
He knew the depths of my ambitions.
I knew the heights of his passions.
I used to dream of him and his chocolate skin,
He said he saw my smile in everything.
Our love was like a 90s RnB song,
With harmonies and modulations within our hugs.
Our love was sublime, but time was cruel to us.
Within months it dissolved, it had run its course.
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©Ivie M. Eke 2017.