Sitting and smiling
His face I stared into
His soft features visible under the night-light
It felt so beautiful, our evening together
We are destined to be, I think to myself
Silence befell us and for a second
I thought this might be the moment
Alas, only silence it was and the day came to an end.
A perfect gentleman
Who knew to draw seats for his Lady
His tall frame a protection to my petite self
Hello sweetheart, he calls, my sunshine and Snow white
Forever endeared by words of affection, my heart swoons
For this was my Achilles heel which he exploited pleasurably.
How long oh handsome do I hold on to words
Empty and void they have become to me
Having realised that it is all that it is – just words
My heart longs for a commitment
My dreary soul faints to ask the course of our journey
If it may even be considered ‘ours’.
The evening was perfect
Our clothes the same shade of red.
He was so nervous and my heart raced
And as he bends, I skip a beat
For certainly I see a bulge in his pocket
Alas he took out a shiny coin, and we talked about his love for antiques
Tonight like others ended in disappointment.
My journal my confidante
Knows the excitement with which I fill the pages that bear your name
Dear journal, I start, we shared an apple
I fantasized about our honeymoon as my teeth dug into the apple you fed me
Through my feeble protest, I let you continue
But what man stirs such love and remains mute
Days and months have passed
And like the morning fog that clears by midday
It dawned on me where I belong
Never to be promoted beyond that sphere.
Tears clouded my eyes with this revelation
Shame filled my heart as I felt my heart contract in pains
I should have known all along
Seen the signs to know that the stares went beyond my face
I held hope that one day he’ll see me
Standing right beside him.
On the last day of our meeting
He walks up to me
Meet my heart beat, he says
And here is my bestie, I hear him say
I fought the tears once again
Walking away from the romantic duo
I heard a voice in my head say
He was never yours from the beginning.
By Chiezugolum Odilinye
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