How could I?
I really could but look I really am back
Nine is the colour of times I tried
To remind you
is how wide I strove for beauty and higher orders
Again and for
Empathy, the scale we weighed the bright parts of this psychological autopsy upon
is Goshen,
Like a bird to the mountain and vicarious reparations and the speeds of my yearning towards you and never leaving again,
Paint me back in.

© Tolu Oloruntoba
11.17pm, October 13, 2014

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