How Are You, My Friend?
How Are You, My Friend?
It's been a while, dear friend.
Don't mind me, I've been running to & fro the earth:
seeking for what to devour & drink to dead my cravings:
to be at peace with the world & myself.
I've missed you. Have you missed me too?
This distance clouded your face the last time we chatted.
I've been like that winged animal with a striped body of yellow & black,
But my mind has been on you. My thoughts have stayed on you.
So I've put you in my prayers punctured with prayers.
If that false feeling had feasted on your soul that I've forsaken you,
I've not for once. Forgive me for that line that I've drawn on the ground of our friendship.
The thorns that have crept into my skin on my way to you are still inside my flesh.
I wish to erase that line with a flick of my fingers reaching out to you, squeezing your fingers.
I do not think for once that you should reach out to me first,
Because all those times you've reached out, I was not willing to hold your hands,
With the blood, tears sweat & water pouring out of my pores like a flood. I do not want to
drown you with the depression that has desecrated my altar of serenity & joy.
Last time I waved my hand at a friend on the road. She ghosted me like I wasn't alive.
I know how that felt now. I'm trying to escape the claws of the darkness around me.
I whirled in a stranger within that short time. Our talks & thoughts stumbled & fell.
So now I'm waving at you with the weights of my words chock-a-block with worth & love.
With Love,
Your Dear Friend.
©DECHOSEN1
POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA
20/11/2022
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