(Flora De Pota)
Did you miss me, my dear?
It is hard to say, whether miff or bliss, your correction reveals no favor, though it has been eight long years and my frailty has become apparent – even so, you replinish me. I’d almost forgotten how beautifully brutal you are but you remind me with every expulsion, that true peace and freedom is not without sacrifice. Through pain, you resolve my pain. You restore my vision, that I may marvel at your glory. My breath moves without obstruction and I chase your aroma once more.
My love, did you miss me? Your abode was not as before. Was it mercy or apathy? With pure heart you purify all who partake. I see you have aged as well, a wrinkle in form, your manners remain the same. You humble me and I am weakened.
Just as I am about to fold, you subside.
Shall we ever meet again? “If there is need – but know, time does not favor your weakness. My nature is not gentle. You must keep my words.”
I have missed you, my fettle.
I must rest now, you leave me exhausted. Tomorrow I shall be exalted as before
by K. Osei
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