Undying

The lamentations of a broken heart

I beseech the westward winds
To bear you this message on their wings:
Reminiscence and regret rendezvous in my mind,
Mental visits to those flavoured moments of our love;
Our love?
That luckless child you starved to kwashiorkor
And insisted on its funeral;
If you had allowed that bud on board
Tomorrow would have seen its flower
With pearl-pretty petals blooming
But you fenced your heart with impregnable walls
And ruined the melody of our love with awkward staccatos
Whenever it seemed all was getting well,
Amity unwarrantedly chameleoned into revulsion,
On today, off tomorrow: distressing uncertainty,
And finally you took your leave and left a wound
For no fault of mine
In the morning I’m too tongue-tied to pray
Because of the mourning that hunts me like a prey
These tears would have long dried
If you were less awesome
Our love,
That luckless child you starved to kwashiorkor
And insisted on its funeral
Has refused to breathe its last
It gropes for your nourishing care
With undying hope to live.

©Uche Ahunanya