Run away from me.
Run, towards the tragedy
Of life all by yourself,
Denying yourself
Of quality companionship,
Of a grown-up relationship.
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There,
You’ve reached your destination:
The nation
Of desolation
And dissatisfaction.
You begin to call me,
My phone rings…
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I watch as the call ends,
As I choose to ignore
You begging to return
To my door.
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Run, run where your light
Will shine bright
On the memory of what might
Have been,
If you had chosen to be
A grown-up
With me.
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Written by
Ivie M. Eke 2019.
