I watched you growing
Wedding night was hit for you and i
Every day like the first
Like love at first sight
We’d seat apart in the same room staring in each other’s eyes
I could imagine what you would see in mine
Yes, in yours I found a haven
From the flawed skin of perfect beauty a place I called home
Of heights of love yet to be reached
I watched us grow
As days became multiples of hours
That turned to weeks
And months upon months becoming years upon years
Till you became full time wife and mother
Of children that had changed your body type
The curves that my hands could trace now healed like wounds never to surface
And silk of skin now lined with wrinkles that no correction could matte
I watched you grow
You never spoke many words
Asking how your day was
I could see by the way you wiped every window perfectly clean
Asking how your day went
I could see from the many flavours and aroma that the egusi soup reproduced
I watched you grow
The days of your lives that you had to leave the job of dream
And took leave upon leave
Till you had to finally leave
Because junior fell ill
And needed you as a mother those days and nights
Even though love is not exactly how it used to be
More and more everyday like the first
Like love at first sight staring at each other in the eyes
I could imagine what you’d see in mine
Yes in yours, I saw one who had sacrificed all for another man’s joy
Of decisions, you made your personal opinions
To leave
To cleave
What if you’ve never fallen for my lines
left your life and become a part of mine
Lose the women you were meant to be
Become a mother a wife
Everything else for another man’s pride
Would I have had the chance to show you I cared?
What if in my chase, I never caught your gaze
Would I be man enough to stare into those eyes
Sometimes at night to call you mine
I am still watching us grow
As your silence speaks louder than every song I’ve ever heard
And I hope someday we will have a communion of the minds
Then I would know what you really think of me
If maybe my I LOVE YOUS still meant the same
If being a father made me a better man
So we should continue to live
Trusting ourselves to cleave
Even when routine cuts us clean
We will never leave
We will forever be
And when silence breaks us still
We would still watch ourselves grow
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Wow, what a beautiful and insightful piece.