Like a thousand needles, Running through my spine,
The thought of your departure,
Is to me.
The memories of our jokes,
Your teasing, your tears,
All flood back to me,
Like a Tsunami.
My heart is broken,
My soul is shattered,
Yet, you wouldn't even look,
At my tear shaped face.
The aftermath of your departure is breaking me,
I am cold, the fire is gone from my hearth.
Obianuju, will you pick the broken pieces of my heart?
Will you warm me up again?
Afolabi Boluwatife Oluwamuyiwa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-un-yoked/
