The
One Who Comes and Goes
Last
night
while
the world rested
we were
in bed, wrapped
by our
all.
We locked
eyes
and hearts
and giggled
and tickled.
This
morning,
your
presence is gone
and your
aura has no trail,
not even
the echo
of expected
laughter -
a carry-over
from last night’s.
You’re
the one who comes
and goes
at will.
This
door is yours.
(c) Bura-Bari Nwilo 2015
