When I see him crouch
to tie up his shoes,
My heart weeps,
It starts to sing the blues,
Because it means that his
Departure is imminent,
though I wish that
His presence was permanent.
I sense that he knows
that I am staring,
So I make a show
of not caring.
I start to oil my scalp
Between my cornrows,
And begin to make plans
For a solitary tomorrow.
But I am surprised
When I feel his arms around me…
And when he says,
‘My love, I’m not leaving’,
I know that it’s not the end,
Our story is just beginning.
Written by
© Ivie M. Eke 2017.
This is beautiful❣
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Thank you so much!
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