Poem: The Beginning.

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.

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© Ivie M. Eke 2017.