At the aisle of the cathedral,
on that same path, we walked in.
Last night, I came back from my wanderings,
looking for the promises we once made;
on this altar of gods and shades.
Our words were the chords that bind us.
On that lonesome twilight of longings
that grow wings and fly away in a twinkle.
I did remember the glow in your eyes,
of the future’s uncertainty you yearn.
But how time flies and memories die.
Who could have believed that there was
what is known and called love within us?
Oh, and how memories of you hurt now.
The sickened heart longs for a liniment.
Of what has befallen it, it echoes pains.
Who knows what emerges of the heart
when the love we once longed for turned
John Chinaka Onyeche "Rememberajc" (he/his) is a husband, father and a poet from Nigeria (author of Echoes Across The Atlantic and A Night Tale At The Threshold Of Howl). He writes from the city of Port Harcourt Rivers State, Nigeria. He is currently a student of History and Diplomatic Studies at Ignatius Ajuru University Of Education Port Harcourt Rivers State. His notable works are found at: Spillwords, Melbourne culture corner, Nnoko Stories, TunaFishjournal, Brittle Paper, Nymphspublications, Youthmagazine, Acumenpoetryuk, Zindaily, pawnerspaper, Conceitmagazine, Mosi oa Tunya Literary Review, Rigorous, Opendoorpoetrymagazine, Feverofthemind Magazine, Poemifypublisher, Kalahari Review, Scars Publications and are coming up in Anthology, Zoetic Press, Ethelzine, Pangolin Review and many more others.
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