For He Who Has Gone Poem by Tony Adah

I will not travel now
Even if the sole of my leg itches
For the umpteenth time;
I will not travel now
No matter how comfortable it is over there.
Nothing is friendship
Without what we share;
You have provided me with water
For a warm bath
I am standing by the shank
Before a mirror
You left tooth paste and brush
For the brightness of my milk teeth
I am not coming now
I want to see them down
For the strong ones to come
So I can devour what is left of the world.
You have put a calico on the bathroom door
To shield my nakedness
And you have gone without notice
I am dead scared for this regal treat
It is so real;
I can not tell it is a dream.