Say Me Well To My Long Lost Love (by guest blogger Echezonachukwu Nduka)

Say Me Well To My Long Lost Love 

Very well, my dear 

Bless you, for the years I hung on your heart’s hook 

Like a wet cloth spread under the scorching eyes of the sun 

I knew the name we called love. But now, I know not my name anymore. 

I’m a somnambulist wading through the pool of your heart where our songs 

Are written with the ink of distrust; fear’s ugly hands stabbed my heart where our love lived. 

Alas, I caught its hands, snatched the sword and it turned to yours. 

Very well, my dear 

Bless you, for the soothing songs you sang when you sold my love 

And I knew not. We danced to the rhythm of the owl’s hoot when it perched 

On the silence of our yearning lips, secrets were boldly written on your forehead. 

Pity, I knew not my love’s buyer. But the seller is the fear that sits across me and stares. 

Farewell my fear, I do not know you 

Say me well to my long lost love 

Our kisses our buried in the waves of the sea 

On this shore, we paid love thirty pieces of silver. 

Farewell my heart, I’ll forsake you today. 

Say me well to my long lost love 

Your dirge was played when night died in distress 

On these pages, inks witness the weight of betrayal. 

Farewell. Farewell.