Henrietta Ezegbe

Roots in shifting soil,
A quiet strength in the change —
Flourish in the now.
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Salutation Is Not Love
Nostalgia is a storyteller,
and she lies beautifully,
softening the edges of moments
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A meet in the blur of ordinary days
a spark caught between passing gestures
words exchanged like fleeting constellations that promised warmth but lived in shadows
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Quiet door closes—
my heartbeat walks out in light,
new peace blooms within.
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Some meetings are not arrivals.
They are crossings.

You walk beside someone
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I met a man.

One I had always known, but knew nothing about his soul. Then out of the blue, he chose to bare - clean slate he termed it.
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The things you said
The things you did
Your jokes
Our arguments
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He said "nice-purse"
I looked up, staring love in the eyes
The rest is history
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First, the ecstatic joy of meeting
Fire sparks go off, love is in the air!
In tow follows the sad extinguish
O modern dating, just like clockwork.
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Once upon an enigma
With pearls for teeth, they seem to live to smile
Ever beaming from inside out
With gold for a heart, their aura serenades
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Pretty sure this happened.
Or maybe not?
Cold night on call
Walking the site pavements alone in the dead of the night
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Keeper of endings and beginnings,
you move softly through golden light
whispering surrender, renewal
and faith in what the eyes cannot see.
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