Love Prime
Poem Title: Love Prime
Written by: Mary Sathela Kanu
Chuchu good morning.....
oh no!
its past twelve midday good afternoon
Do not be mad at me you know my eyes can’t be accurate with all that has happened
You see, I have been trying to write my heart since two this morning
But pain couldn’t let me leave the paper waterless
Before my heart could pump another pint my brain has taken fifty thousand photos of you as if ...
I know this sounds crazy but I pray every night to welcome you in my dreams
Lock you up in my heart’s chambers and charm you till your grey heart turns red again
Now, things are moving slower than usual because I have to shove you through my reality
Chu it has not been Easy for my heart is broken
The pain is enough she is tired and willing to let go
Can I ever stop loving you?
No I can’t , my love prime.
I can’t locate where the bloody love energy is coming from..
Gosh I hate love
I hate the fact that I should have stayed longer that morning
I am angry anytime I think of you not coming back
Why won’t you just stop being a demon and reply my romantic scented messages
Hey....!!
I can’t continue writing the paper, it is about to get wet again for the 40th time
I have to stop
Death you tried
Thank you for holding my him for the past two years
But when your cold hands are tired just know that I am still at his graveside.
If only death would be satisfied for once and let you go
I want to Feel you and just spend the night telling you endless stories of how my days have been
Chu if you can hear me
Tell God am jealous that you are there &
Tell Him to let me see you just once to say goodbye
To tell you the last story
Love you for the last time
And prepare you Krain-Karin your favorite dish
Chuchu please reply
I love you.
Love From Mrs. Sallay Sallu
To:Late Mr. Umoro Sallu
Bio:
Mary Sathela Kanu is a writer,graphic designer and also a seamstress. She a 4th year medical student that likes exploration and doing things deliberately but sensibly different.
“But when your cold hands are tired just know that I am still at his graveside"
ReplyDeleteBecause grief does the craziest things to you and coping is even harder. Beautiful work here👋🏽
Peal of a calling heart craving a day... It days to today..
ReplyDeleteProud of you MSK
#Morphi🕊
Welldone Sathela. This is well crafted
ReplyDeleteBeautiful as usual
ReplyDeleteHow could a sad poem be beautifully crafted with empathy... This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is super emotional. It’s an explicit work sis. May God continue to empower u to do more of this.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much everyone 🙌🙌.
ReplyDeleteFew knows how much grief leaves you empty. Thanks Mary for letting us know
ReplyDeleteKeep going bby
ReplyDeleteI'm proud of you