Album Of The Past: Track Four

Our dreams fizzled out

Like the fragrance of cheap perfume

Trapped in the exhaust smoke of a molue bus.

I watched to see tear stains

Mess up your immaculate make-up.

I thought I’d see a few handkerchiefs ruined

By a confusing smudge

Of eye-liner, nose-drip, lip-stick, and Mary Kay

But your marble beauty could not be perturbed.

 

While I broke down,

Crumbled like the house

Of a miserly Lagos landlord.

The cheap cement that held me up

Could no longer bear the burden

Of your multiple personalities.

I’d counted six of you

And still wasn’t sure

which one had said “I love you.”

The temptation was strong

To think everything the product of a deluded mind

But evidences do not lie:

Your fingerprints were all over my heart.

 

I will wear the world’s ear sore

With my incessant songs of us, we, you, me

And the imperceptible distances in between;

The dreams we piled up and piled up

That fizzled out like the fragrance of cheap perfume

Trapped in the exhaust smoke of a molue bus.



5 thoughts on “Album Of The Past: Track Four” by Femi Eros (@femifeel)

  1. hehehe molue buses are becoming recurrent on NS nowadays.

    Nice poem.

  2. Nice…Well done.

  3. Very cool poem. I like it.

  4. Me too; loved it!

  5. nice peom.

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