They will go as they’ve come

Falling away

Like old dried leaves

In the wake

Of winter’s biting scorn

A little too fast, not slow enough

They will depart, one by one

From the sound of their voices

To the feel of their touch

Their senses ‘ll leave you

As your senses ‘ll abide the loss–

Their loss, not yours

They left, not you

But it wasn’t them, it was it

Life happened, time gave

It happens when it happens

It ends when it ends

They happened. They ceased.

Nothing should ever last

More than it lasts.

So you’ll hurt,

but not a heartbeat more

And you’ll move on, because

Isn’t that what people do?



© The Short Black Girl, 2016.


I remember.

About two years four-or-so years ago, I did a collaboration with one of my neverland soulmates. I had almost forgotten about it, because it’s been so long; and then I stumbled upon it in my folder and it all came pouring back. That year. The collaborations. And every other thing in between.

It’s never really been the same since after that year. But this is just me paying ode to something beautiful that once was, and saying I miss you Charlie. And I miss this. I honestly do.

The Collaboration

I remember a time I used to care,
A time,
When love was all I had to share,
I remember I once used to be fine,
Because everything and all I had was you being there..

I remember my very big smile,
The redness of my blushing cheeks,
And I remember the very girly sound of my laughter,
And everything your presence brought with it,

I remember your love,
Sweet poison that one was,
I remember your touch, and warmth,
And the nights I thought I was the only one,

I remember being wrong,
I remember finding out there was Amaka, and Isong,
I remember being hurt,
And I remember forgiving you cos I loved you too much,

I remember being patient,
Loving you and waiting for you to really love me in return,
I remember listening to your friends each time they said,
It was just me you truly cared for and loved,

I remember I believed,
Each time you made me think,
That you cared enough to never again hurt me,

I remember I was deceived,
Into thinking,
You were different from Emeka and Ifeanyi,

I remember you,
I remember the girl I used to be,
I remember hate,
Which is all your memory now brings,

I remember I was naïve,
I remember I was stupid,
To have sometime believed that love truly exists,
I remember now,
I remember how you changed me,

I remember how because of you,
The sweetness of love seized to remain,
I remember how because of you,
I promised to never love again..


And here I was,
thinking love was forgiving,
I guess I was wrong,
To think we could always be..

I remember a time you used to care,
A time, when love was all we had,
I remember you once used to be fine,
Because everything that mattered was me being there.

I remember your very big smile,
The colour of your blushing cheeks,
I remember how the sound of your laughter,
Tickled away most of my worries.

You said you cared,
And I thought you meant it,
Now I know I thought wrong,
Cos you didn’t hold on enough to make us work,

I glory in the memories,
Of our love, once so strong,
I remember the late night kisses
And how I made you the only one…

I remember your bout of hisses
And the sudden naggy tales by midnight,
I remember how your kiss lost its feel,
And how your smile lost its shine.

I don’t know what went wrong,
But you blamed Amaka
And Cursed Isong!
You missed it all honey,
I was just a lost artist.
I loved you,
That you knew.
I never did try to flirt,
Was just being nice to the girls.. 😉

Maybe you were a little naïve,
A little underage,
Maybe the magical wonders of a first love,
Made you forget to give all it takes.

I remember the promises
You seem to have forgotten,
I remember how much I hurt,
When you turned your back on me,
I remember we were wrong,
About too many things..

No matter what you think of me
No matter what you think of love
I will always think of you,
I will always remember the girl you used to be,
The girl who kissed me with her soul,
The girl… whose love will forever awaken my soul…

I’ll always love you sweetie,


© The Short Black Girl, 2016.