Don't go there SIANAARRGH!

It takes a lot of confidence to be this ridiculous.

Ayo.

Every September I think of you

Wondering what you would have been

Thinking of everything you would have seen

By now

But never got the chance to

Dreaming about the way you’d

Have maybe been my ride or die

But then you died

I am rudely awakened

And today I’m not standing at

Your grave to weep

I’m just making sure

That you’re enjoying your sleep

Playing Parkour with the rest of them

Up in the clouds and below in soil and earth

Oh my dearly departed

I am gathered now.

 

Rose flower drawing

 

* Although this poem was written to commemorate the 4th anniversary of the passing of my friend Ayobola Owatemi, I would also like to dedicate it to the memory of my aunt, who passed away yesterday.

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This entry was posted on September 26, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , .
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