Poem: Brief Encounter.

From the second

I first held your hand in mine,

I was a clichè motion:

I believed that

I could fly.

_____________________

And

When the clock struck 12,

I felt

The burden of common sense

Fight valiantly

To come to my defense.

_____________________

I was tense

As I

Let go, and sensed

That the brief moment

Which I had just experienced,

_____________________

Was one only

The privileged few

Were allowed

To witness.

_____________________

Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018.

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