We met as a set
Fitting halves that chanced to jet
Fluttering hearts that attracted many a bet
And in between, no room to let
Bad winds and whispers did feel their fret
Which they threw like a ball freed fresh from the net
Sad that I am now his flibbertigibbet

If anyone had given a future photograph
Of our road map of present
By plotting an effective graph
I would have had his angelic side in a bad box to resent
Such a rhyme turned an unrhyming sound
From a cool set to a flibbertigibbet?
Such hug-able space to a hellish distance
Should I talk in an aside
Or a soliloquy?

The seat of the crown
Now wears a pierced water-filled bucket
Dripping in mud shoes
On the face he kissed
To wash the feet of disappointment which parades this heart
A flibbertigibbet,  he says

Oh airy air!
Do keep me company
But keep my pain
In a door and windowless stone
One which has no mouth to echo
For this pain is so insane
Heart which roars like an angry lion
Needing that healing and the doors of Zion
I guess I have a space in a future bio
To rain cool words
On a burning heart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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