THE WAY OF THINGS
Never did I love with more intensity
nor did my soul for someone hunger,
I will begin my day with memories
of our yesterdays
engraved upon my soul.
It was the state of things.
I have watched with
concealed irritation as you will
jovially wreck the hearts of vacant boys
and nameless faces
leaving a crying rupture in the wake of things
Remember the time you asked me
for a poem about you?
you should know never to ask a poet
write about the one he loves, and
the symmetry of you will escape my mind
with the fading distance,
the pleasant curves and changing aspects
of your physique will become cloudy,
lost within the murkiness of my memory
and of your essence, an obscure remembrance.
It is my selfishness
that makes me resist outer emotions,
enclosing myself within numerous guises
to prevent the onset of softer emotions…
the days go by, the sun travels down,
the winds blow by, the moon reflects her shadow.
your voice remains with me through the vacuum
and previous conversations seem richer in your absence
with lips that smile with a touch of womanly innocence
and unsaintly secrets,
Little wonder then when my heart pines,
while my face claims a passing distraction.
Poems: Emmanuel Idem
Image: Tomo Nogi via Unsplash (cropped)