In this poem,
It is not cliche to say
you never left.
Many years have passed
since you went
the way all living take turn
You are gone, out of my horizon, like the stone
From my catapult, like the dove I wanted it to slay.
& I've not seen you, as I used
to in my dreams for a while.
Today, a trivial gist from the mountain
of love led me to the path of memory.
My lover asked about you,
I caught myself
using present tense for you.
I said "He is a second child."
"He teaches in that school
Resting on the tail of town."
"People's mouths & diaphragms ache for laughter
when they listen
to his funny tales".
She spotted a black spot in my grammar.
Then I asked
do you really use for your dead when he still breathes
within the chambers of your heart?"
Olaewe David Opeyemi is a Nigerian medical doctor and writer. He's the author of Geography of Living. He has published works in /forthcoming at Dreich Magazine, Lucent Dreaming, Selcouth Station Praxis and elsewhere. You can meet him on twitter @dropey01 and facebook @olaewedavidopeyemi.