Expecting Love... Poem by Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa

By the door post in the misty night,
The door's wood biting my finger,
The night's cold dampens my sight,
Sleep is an enemy when minds linger.

Time passes in the shadow of worry,
my thoughts become my hell's domain,
reciting myself incomplete stories,
uncertainty is worse than death's pain.

My thoughts reflect upon the past,
goose bumps on me evidence my fear,
my days of joy I hoped would last,
may go once more and leave the tears.

My legs spring up at every sound,
eyes brightens even when leaves turn,
then, snap! , you come walking off the round,
Peace and calm, alas! ! my love returns.