sitting here, thinking of you and me, just thinking how happy we‘d be if we could have Patience as our friend and Hope as our brother. I love you so much, yet, you don’t have a clue. Sometimes, I feel a little sad when I hear you talk about us, about the future. True, it is Fear holding your Trust at bay and Disease we call, Insecurity. Why the fear to own me, I hardly can tell. Have you forgotten those long talks in the night, the assurances I always give you and the little joy we share when we text or email each other? I want to be the Sun lighting your path, but you seem not to know. I want to bring you Joy but you seem to live in Doubt. How can I be a healer when you have no Trust in my balm? Yesterday, you went to Dance away from Home, when I had planned a weekend for us. You did not even tell me early. You only told me the night before you left. You did not tell me, you only informed me, so I had no Choice in it. Who am I in your life then? One without a voice. A House divided like this, is opened to the Devil. Don’t you see us being mocked from behind by people who know what we are made of, or know our past? Think of it. I do not know what to say. For what you go away, I cannot tell. Only heaven knows why it is so. You know where to butter best your bread. So, maybe I should keep quiet if I want this love to go on. There are no words to tell what I want love to mean for us, but I hope one day, you’ll come to know how much I love. I say this because, you’ll never know the value of Water until your well runs Dry.
Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese
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