Letter to Florence

I stood on the hill
Where mother once stood
Waiting for her love to arrive
From the journey long gone
Waiting for you to return to me
Like he did to her,
You could feel the excitement
Every time she told the tale
Of the love distance could not broach
He returned with a horse
Scooped her up, in her trance
And rode with the wind all the way
To the village, where they made
Sweet love that bore me.
I’ve conditioned to not abandon love
As life will be a gaping hole
Without walls, without flair
Or home or hope, or dreams
I’d rather be numb
To the mountain’s wind on my face
Than face a life where you don’t return to me.

©2021, Olutomi Akinsanya, All Rights Reserved

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