Say Me Well To My Long Lost Love Poem by Echezonachukwu Nduka

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.