Love Can Be A Dark Journey

I choke on nostalgia and my breath spell your names

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memories never die —

they do say memories are artifacts 

retaining vigor. clichés aren’t my everyday thing, but this tends to strike home. or how do I explain your voice lingering on in my head? every time I smell 

your fragrance from a mile away —

You are the closest to me yet our 

bodies are so far apart gravity failed to pull us together. these miles do not represents 

bonds. they do not even come close.  they are mementoes for our aches — the distance

between our hearts. the irreconcilable 

gulf of guilt between our very souls. look at me

wearing our shame after you gave us up. now 

your memories lingers on in my head, they play

back now & then, so I wonder what would have been

the outcome of our relationship. I searched

for my flaws & I found you. I wish we were still 

on our rollercoaster, so we can douse the stars

& make out love the height of what human can share. 

fate bears me witness that I tried. I saved up on love. 

I spent on love until you stole my treasury of

emotions. you left me wild, hopeless, & bitter. I choke

on nostalgia & my breath spelt your names. so let 

me remind myself again, that this chapter is closed. 

cheers to me as I seek to find love again, that maybe you shall fight your demons & time time win. 

for I am still battling the ones you left with me... 

©Amoye Favour

Amoye Favour is a Nigerian Poet and Copywriter. His poems have appeared in so many literary magazines including the "Literatus Issue" and many others. He is a poet for ARKore Writes. You can connect with him on WhatsApp on +2348136390656.

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