FORGETTING

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