Imat Poem by Braimah Saaka

I recall the first day
Short afro, tight skirt
lost look on your face

I remember your shy confession
the one about...
well, 'I've a crush'

I still see myself
mouth agape, eyes rolling
too good to be true

I held your hand
saw you smile
the flash in your eyes

Above all, your eyes
a cross between brown & green
half closing, half opening

And their glitter
like a coquette
like some gem

I don't forget
the poems I wrote
the dreams I had

I have loved you
for so long
And I leave you
Like I found you
Short afro, tight skirt
lost look on your face