Another Weekend Gone

Another weekend gone and
You are not here with me:
My eyes search for your shadow,
My mouth longs for your kiss,
My heart keeps skipping a beat
Like a man leaving home to a prison yard.

The door I look at frequently like the sky,
Hoping to see and embrace you therein.
Why should I be ashamed of looking at my own nakedness?
Why would love hurt like a heart attack?
Another weekend gone and you are not here,
Another day gone in tears and you are not here.
For so long I have been waiting for you,
When will you come back home?

My heart spits fire and venom because, your
absence hurt like the pains of leaving childhood.
In my palms, I have written your names,
But the colours; the colours of our love you took
Away from the shelf to your journey unknown.
Tell me, when is it going to be that I see you again?

The flowers stopped breathing when you left,
The world to me becomes home to the loners.
Why do you have to go when the day is still young?
Why do you have to leave me in between illusion?
Your footprint designed in the template of my heart
Has darkened my feelings about love and its lust.

Another weekend gone!
Another weekend gone!!
And I still look forward to behold your smiles;
Look forward to hear the sound of your laughter in my ears.
I hide my tears when I say your name before the stars
Your face still makes me laugh when I remember it in the eye of my eyes languishing in your absence.
Another weekend gone, another you left in my heart.

(C) John Chizoba Vincent.