Ayomide Bamise
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

Ships that pass at night .

I climb to the roof when I’m sad

It gives me the same rush

as people who have it bad

who always act like they have a rash


I live close to the freeway

so escape is never far away

one step and I’m could be away;

wherever you are.


I’ve been climbing the roof more often

so the lows may soften

ironically heights make for the worst landings.


tender winds make my mind wander

machines in chorus bring me back

cars seem to move faster

to remind me of how I’d never suffer.


We are like ships that pass

I hope the impressions I left last

and my errs are left in the past


How is love like suicide?

Easy.

from great heights I fall,

fall for something or

from something.

This is not my life, it’s just a fond farewell to a friend.

Ayomide Bamise

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