Seeker's Note (For The One That Never Comes)

Very frequently, I flog myself, with
Intent to wring you
Out of my mind.
Lately, I woke up to
Ages of songs you left in my heart.

Each note sinks me deeper...
Crest of rhymes floating me
Home, to you;
Etching memories in view.
Bold steps-hungry, I'm matching;
In soiled armour; from Cupid's duel...
Me, near-maimed man
At your feet, seeking succour.
Singing your song.

Never would I be aware of the
Undulating wave of uncertainty
Eroding the fondness expressed
Lately; hence, ship-wrecked.
All my biddings washed up ashore.

-Chimezie Ogenna Nwodo
12-05-2015
6:15pm