I used to walk up to gift shops
Spending hours selecting that gift
I felt would suit your person.
I don’t know if these shops still exist.
I used to roam the gardens
In search of flowers
I felt would match yours.
I no longer know where the gardens are.
I used to plan towards it for weeks
Places I intended to visit
Resorts I wanted to take you to
Right away and in the future.
Now I only look forward to staying at home.
I used to think a lot about you
Used to miss you so much
That I could hear your laughter
Ringing in my ears
Whenever I stayed alone.
I barely remember the sound of your voice.
I used to be highly inspired
With the loftiest of poems
Coming from the regions so high
That I could feel my soul
Touching the sky.
…this is what I write
Osayuwamen Favour Nosakhare
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