This wind has been winding and howling.
Many moons have passed since our love emerged,
like a bunny eating honey.
I could tell of it, replay the cracked blue blurry disk again as
Time and tide tickled the world.
My home was fire in water burning furiously.
All I wanted was to love: is that too much to ask?
Now I patch the white sand at seashore,
I envy the sound of the happy rushing waters.
How did I give up on you?
Why did I not tell the world that what I had felt was love-
The love I longed for?
The love we ought to seek for….
Though I know you are away now, and I’m late
To make a way to you.
Ilemobayo Ojo is a Nigerian writer whose works have appeared in Firebrand Magazine, Agape Review, WHI anthology, Sledgehammer Nnoko, Enceladus Magazine,The Beautiful Mind and elsewhere.