The Pathed Memories Poem by Poet Akinwemimo Idris

But how could,
A slug leaves,
Without trail behind?


How could an hill,
Even note an inch?
We are fated to be,
Together as ordained.


Could even my memories,
Stand for your whole?
Could your memories,
Represent mine?


Memories are like,
The naked salt.
At sea -bank in winter.
Just when is spring,
Sea gets it consumed.


So I can not afford!
To leave you thus,
Even if your sold,
Will make a path,
Deep into my memories.


[* dedicated to my breath Balogun Àlàké]


2nd June 2014.
9: 50 P.m
Esie Kwara state