I was hauled in,
in an unjust slate to pack up
the unguided flotsam of our broken trust.
I guided the laying fervor till it
turned my skin.
I kissed it daily, the sun peak,
with the side of my dying lips.
Though it’s gored,
I never howled nor teared.
were never always, twisted
in love with each other’s reflections.
You said a ‘Bari’,
And I, a ‘Tari’.
I see we don’t match
and can’t take a hiatus to notice and align.
Isn’t it that unlike attracts, and
likes repel, like a magnet does?
The bottles are getting knocked over and never returned in place, in peace.
Lips are getting scorched,
tasting and hungering for
swift, a cold death.
The lies we’ve traded,
are the very paths we trail.
Time tells, will always.
Wind down the clicking clock
Throw an imaginary,
back to the crossing of our names
on our now tattooed wrist.
We’d have said a ‘no’ and ended
this present charade.
I say, “you’ve cost me time.”
You say, “you’ve cost me life.”
Time is life, my dear.
We both lost this game.
Still, I can’t say it is a draw,
pending I’ll need you more
than you, me.
Njikonye Charles writes stories and blog posts, and enjoys watching films, reading, and doing researches on the internet.