Tuesday Poem by ‘Biyi Olusolape
Not this time, I shan’t say goodbye
For E.I
These are the very shivers that spread me thin –
the very shivers that spread within
and through
me
even to the tingling hollowness in my bones –
between the first hello
and the lost l-o-l that consecrates your departure,
for these are all the ways in which your leaving
for a purpose
may distort living
for a purpose,
which purpose is you (not a question
nor a threat
but all of a full promise).