Chidera Uduma
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

Cacophony

Five months, three days, two hours

Since I last saw you

Yet the wind whispers your name

And your choir in my heart

Responds with a trembling melody

Trumpets hum a familiar warning

Drums beating with trepidation

Strings quake with violent vibrations

Tell me

Is this how Love-gone-sour tastes?

Do you have to plague my tongue.

With your slaps?

Must my gums swell with sores

At the sniff of your scent?

Why must my whole being suffer

Because you still exist.

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