If only you were her

If only you where her

Her tears-bag is emptied and dried

If only you where there

To see

The most beautiful make-up

Washed and flushed

By hot salty-water

All on her big lonely bed;

 

If only you touched her itching skin

Perhaps you’ll know how it feels

To be soaked and bathed

With the devil-beans; if only…

You were concern

You wouldn’t grab a paddle and sail away

If only you where her.

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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