08 Jun My Old, Dear Friend

Many moons have swept by,

plus that dreary day we said good-bye.

And to think of the bye we bayed,

those innocent eyes that stole my heart—

that calm, disciplined look that anchors tight.

That parting was much a bad bye.

Your magic makes me wonder,

your charms and charisma.

And with this, young lady, I’m down

as my rain of euphoria falls so calm.

How can you be so lovingly cruel

to keep my heart all these years?

And a hell you made my sleep.

How much have I loved you?

For thousands of affections, I have bought you.

Now my restlessness but to ponder:

How foolish to act younger

when I should have shown my hunger,

giving you my drive’s power.

I could but only write on paper.

And how … I’m a fumbler.

How to ever imagine this affection

that sticks without diversion?

You made me worth a prince.

A royalty, given not worth it,

like pearls to the pigs.

And like a toddler in tantrums,

I furthered my malfunction.

But why myself I condemn?

Heaven knows you are a thunder

that makes me blunder

as your sight causes uproar.

Like a hypomaniac, I turn redder.

Girl, your stand keeps me in a trance.

That’s why I run around.

Then this night you passed by,

and my sleeping head you made whirl.

How so Neroan, this beautiful nightmare.

It gave me no time to keep there

that old cowardice.

I braved all when

I called you to show me a man who cares.

Yeah—those eyes tame still.

And yes, as a perfect man, I killed fear.

Wherever you are, you are still dear.

So much I yearn, but time’s cord is lengthy yet.

Or is it that prayer locks you in here?

Remain, then—feel my soothing breath.

My soul is missing you.

My heart cries for you.

My body agonizes over your long absence.

My whole wish: Come home to me.

Come home, I’m waiting.

©2012. Deji Ayoade Selah! Selah! (Pause & Think)