I read your words
Years after the grim’s scythe
Tore through the dark
Dividing our hearts
Into a thousand cries
Tell me, how does death sound
On the other side?
I read your words
At the start of noon
And it birthed constellations
In my eyes
the words of the dead
Weighs heavy on the chest
Than “lubs" and "dubs."
Tell me, how does the heart sound
On the other side?
How does the sunrise?
I read your words
In a Lagos bus
The driver trapped in the cruelty of living
The wheel in one hand
And a failed stick leading nowhere in the other
Tell me, how does the road move
On the other side?
I read your words
On your Facebook post
It tells of how proud you were
To crest my name on your lips
Like honey, melting, hugging the tip of your tongue
Your buds would dance all night
Breaking into melodies and rhythms of a thousand beeps
Your baby just survived a dreadful surgery
He is alive.
I read your words, Mother
Lines of poetry will fall
In the pleasant beauty
Of your heart.
I read your words
And it broke into a thousand arms
Holding me closely, tightly with a thousand hugs.
Peace, I’m still.
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