LOVE AND LOSS

By Abraham Favour Olohigbe

 I am scared,  

For I remember there was a party in my heart,  

It was like the Fourth of July in my head.  

Then he said her name and his eyes twinkled.  

My heart broke and crystals fell from my eyes.  

I felt it then, my heart partied wrong.  

It wasn’t her fault for being a dynamite that brought me down in crumbles.  

Her name hit my world and left it in shambles.  

That’s the past now.  

I’m scared yet again,  

‘Cause flowers started to bloom in this gloomy palace of mine,  

While I wait for another’s name to be called in my manor.  

Might be a bomb this time or manure.