When you
Came home
Back a fortnight
In the early hours
Of the night
Outside,
Beneath a tree
We were free;
So enjoying
A romantic glee
As usual,
As you previously
Initiated it
After we talked
When I was about
To plant
A goodnight kiss
On your dainty lips
Not to be accused
‘On your part
You are remiss!’
With a sense of relief
Also a strong belief
You are me,
Instead swiftly offering
Your left cheek
You allowed, me,
The chance to miss.
Miss what does
Mean this?
I read the act
Lately somebody else
Has rented your heart
With love’s broom
To brush me out
A dirt!
Could you imagine
How excruciating
Me that could hurt?
Miss what does
Also mean this?
Opportunistic before
With a false promise
You were playacting
Me that you adore
Such a thing
I abhor.
Miss
Do you have
A lover,
Underground
About whom
I never found?
In vain
Try not to
Prevail on me
For you
To open up
My heart’s door
Once more, for
In a wild goose chase
Pursuing you
From a fitting partner
You will put me asunder.
BY ALEM HAILU G/KRISTOS
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD FRIDAY 1 DECEMBER 2023
