I don’t think so.

I would have walked a mile
For your smile.

I confused lust
For sacred trust.

Do I think about you?
Almost never…

Unless I suddenly feel
The urge to remember-

The surrender to defeat,
The thunder and the heat,

The joy that was fleeting,
The words full of nothing.

There’s nothing newsworthy
In those memories

Like a house
With floors made of hot coal,

Would I want to live there?
No… I don’t think so.

Ivie M. Eke 2021.