It all started fading up, the wide chasm grew wider the distance became far, calls stopped and talking became awkward, like there was no love lost in between just had to go our seperate ways waited so long till it got to that extent pride got in the way, and broke the chain, we became strangers with mermories
A great start with a nice poem, Adesegun. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmm. This too. Your last line is fantastic: Strangers with memories