Dissolution

'Dissolution' For the capital of your heart I, born with a silver toothpick, became a hungry almajiri! Making a feast out of the crumbs you flung into my bowl Without dithering between choices Without checking bottoms or sides for expiry dates Or sinking my index finger to ascertain the tastes But gleefully and with gratefulness, saying: 'Nagode' 'Allah yasa maka alubarika' Again and again... I wreathed my thoughts around you I thus became bereft of myself. Forgetting my essence Everytime you were in my presence! Forgetting my name Calling yours all the same! And yet you sheathed yourself in a translucent haze of indifference Detached from the things you gave By those gloves laced with emotional fraud which you perfectly wear! When we clasped hands, no wonder yours was cold! So your heart is made of pure pyrite? Look at me, thinking it was all gold! Now, how I lack proper words to describe everything... Proper words to tag and to shelf you! You, -Your love, Yes your love is like a beer -A beer A beer without alcohol! Tega Oghenechovwen! 16-09. 15