Where do people go when you forget them?
Do they runoff like a dewdrop on a leaf?
Or do they etch on your mind
Like the markings on a tombstone?
You built a house in my head
And now you sit on the porch
While whistling you whittle away my mind
And all bloom are charred by your torch
You call on the strangers that pass by
All of your own kind
With shiny eyes and rusty thoughts
Warm words and cold hearts
And though there we share a drink
The doors remain barred
And no matter what I may think
The timber remains scarred
For in the end
I never forgot you.
Nnaemeka Ugochukwu
@IamTheEmeka
