A Bleeding Heart
I met a friend, our friend
Who was sure, arrogantly sure
That you are in my house, our house
Preparing that wonderful meal, our meal
Even this never be
Friends do tell me
You have now a good man, a good life
And here on my bed
I recall still every word you said
Words with memories, memories of joy
But every time I tried to let go of you
The more I think of you
Every time I tried to move on
The difficult it becomes
So I ask,
Could you be meant for me
Could I be blind to see it
Could we be sure of nothing in common
What if we were wrong about everything
Can we change anything
Again I ask,
Could that be my baby you are feeding
Could that be my clothes you are wearing
Could that be my home you come to everyday
What if we’ve taken the wrong way
Can we go back the right way
Where are the answers
In whose heart are the answers lurking
PS: God has a divine arrangement that often bring us to our "missing ribs." the simplicity of the process, procrastination and the fear of making commitments make us misuse the opportunity in some cases. We allow the person to slip right through our grasp and walk out of our life. When it's time for us to move on, we find out that we are still attached to the person we didn't really value before and cannot really make amends because everything is now out of our control. This then prompt us to start asking questions; questions that we alone can answer....
By Tunji Ogunjimi
***This poem forms part of the comments for my last article: 'Should I Take the Risk?'
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