Ode To An Elusive Lover Poem by S Ovwata Onojieruo

We were married before in our first life
We were young lovers
The village wouldn't let us be
Our union was inimical
Our love; unlovable
So we set off to the stream,
this stream; that you and I can't even remember.

We were sealed before in our first life
We were a paper and a pen
The writers wouldn't set us free,
Our desires were inconceivable
Our passion unpardonable,
So we embraced the fire,
this fire; that we still can't even decipher.

We were hooked together in our first life
We were a tree and it's leaves
The wind wouldn't let us be,
Our bond was detrimental
Our affinity; unaffable,
So we dried up together,
this drought; that we still can't solemnly recover.

I remember you my friend;
From my first life,
My nuptial-partner
My heart,
My fellow travailer in the unpardonable.

Alas we could be free my friend,
To hold, to talk;
To walk, to love
Alas we could be free to soar,
In splendor ripe and full
Without the gaze of men - not cool

But alas; I am the only one wishing,
You never were close to me,
I am the only one dreaming as I watch you smile in glee.
Those hands I thought I once held - I never really did;
Alas it was all a dream,
And our union a spin,
In this apparitional beam.