A Dove...

She is not coming home...
I won’t believe she is not coming home…
Waking up every morning beside me will be my bliss…
Now and then your voice speaks softly into my ears…
What do I explain to my mother?
Life may be weighed down after all we have gone through…
Oh! My hope where art thou?
We arranged how you will celebrate your next birthday…
We drafted the next holiday in your favourite resort…
We planned the best outfit to celebrate our first anniversary…
All these are now on mystery diary…
It will take forever to forgive myself…
I have a better place for you in my heart, a place where the moon set…
A special place where birds conspicuous sings with passion and love…
I make up excuses whenever you tell you miss me…
And you know this and refused to say anything…
A dove of your class is rear…
Please come back to take you to mama!
I won’t believe she is not coming home…

Oshifeko Opeoluwa
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