BY GRACE OMOLOLA ODUKOYA
Love is as infinitesimal as we paint it in our mind
Strokes of black, red, blue and purple twirls
Heart beating in sync before it slashes
Crumbling into red dust
One whose hands I thought, would hold forever
Surreal, I lay in the clouds above my head
Our paths, once intertwined, separate into two parallel lines
Was used to being the one by your side
But I wasn’t even home
I guess we’re shattered fragments of a past, after all
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