Ectopic Poem by Olumide Omoyele

I dreamt of you
I imagined the magic,
the feelings I would
feel at the sight
of your skin, brown
like sweet chocolate
mixed with happiness

Your smile, like mine,
charming, complete with
dimples.I thought of the
need for space to put
your cot and your million
and one things

Ectopic.

That's what they called
You.Just like that,
with a fancy name,
innocuous enough...

A live, vibrant bundle
of my flesh
Blood of my Blood
evaporated into thin air
like a dissolving smoke

Dazed, I certainly was!