We lived
When water flowed not into our houses
But into the stream and awaited our arrival
We lived
When the only light that battled darkness were
The stars, moon, borne-fires and our weak lanterns
We lived
When farming was the main and most revered occupation
We lived
When horrible information took days or years to reach our ears
We lived
When hugging was a lover’s best gift
We lived
When sex was not anticipated until we met that one person
We lived
When living together, talking together and looking into the eyes of each other
Were the only options available
We lived
When we held and massaged each other’s hand
And feet respectively, through the many travels
We lived
When we sang and made sounds ourselves through the dance
No matter how horrible our voices and abilities were
We lived
When feeding was the most important need
Now, we live but do not live in the same house
We listen but do not listen to each other
We look intently at worldly things with love and passion in our eyes
Seeing neither the open arms nor the bruised heart waiting to hold and be held
Now, we need not each other but things each other can provide
I miss living in the old times
I sure miss living in old times.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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