It takes a lot of confidence to be this ridiculous.
Every September I think of you
Wondering what you would have been
Thinking of everything you would have seen
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.
* 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.