Letter to You

We used to be very good friends, you were more than a companion, we fell in love and I thought that we would last till my dying breath, but like nature our love began falling like flowers in May.

I remember holding your hands, while we walked down those lonely streets. You formed an integral part of what I became, your cute black eyes were so brilliant to see the society the way it was, your nose was so pointed, it knows a good story just by its scent.

Your breasts were so succulent and filled to its peak with milk of kindness, and creativity was just in you. I know these because I have tasted those kind drops you allowed me have during our unending creative romance that always left me groveling for more.

I always came home with joy, because I knew you must have prepared delicious creative delicacies that I savored with thirst and hunger, because you were such a good cook.

You would always smile and part those wet pink lips, revealing those set of close up white teeth that reminded me of my church piano keys. You would silently watch me eat your meal and offer more until I’ve had my fill.

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Suddenly, I got busy; I started flirting with others and had less time for you. I returned home very late at night, when your meal must have gone cold and you already asleep after you must have exhausted your nerves waiting for me.

You warned me of the consequences of cheating on you. Yet I paid no attention. You saw my negligence and attitude towards you, yet you waited. You had patience with me, hoping I would realize my mistakes and return to your open arms of comfort. The more you waited, the further I went.

You finally had to let go. I came back and did not even find a note to tell me where you had gone and when you were returning. You left without a word.

It's been 6 months, and I have tried to cope without you, but each time I try, I realize how much I need you; how I want to be locked in your warm creative embrace and soft kisses that send butterflies swooning in my brain.

I felt no one would notice that I am now single, but that's a big lie, because while you were with me, your creative care and kindness were so loud that even the deaf would hear, your love was so endearing that it could melt the heart of Buhari, you were creatively generous and shared to all just like Dasuki. Now you are gone, we miss your presence.

You no longer pick nor return my calls; my text messages you read without replying. I see you online, I say Hi, but you don't reply.

Now that I am alone without you, I have realized how much I need you.

If only you could come back and end this 6 months drought.

I miss you, my inspiration. Whatever it was that inspired me to write, I really miss you. Too bad I never knew your name, maybe because you were invisible; I only felt you but never touched you.

I need to write again, I need inspiration again.

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