Like It Was In The Days Way Back Poem by Victor Okey Nwatu

Like it was in the day's way back,
Two distant paths, no common track.
Miles apart— much more than that,
Million millimeters… imagine that.
Not quite your perfect yin and yang,
No master script, no set plan.
We wrote our lines as we went along,
No perfect rhyme—yet still a song.
There was a time of glow and gleam,
Butterflies lived in every dream.
Hearts on fire, a burning heat,
Volcano passion—no retreat.
Waves that crashed, then ebbed so slow,
An ocean only we could know.
Before life blossomed in its track,
I watched you close… night after night, back to back.
Then came the phase my mentor foretold,
Before five years—the warmth grew cold.
Not fully gone, but not the same,
Love still lived, but not aflame.
Unease crept in, emotions torn,
What built us up felt battle-worn.
Hearts once aligned lost their tune,
Bright days dimmed like a fading moon.
Words once soft grew sharp and sore,
Love knocked gently… then no more.
Tables turned too hard to bear,
Silent weight hung in the air.
What was it then that pulled us through?
Divine Grace unseen, yeah something true?
Like wobbly fighters but standing still,
We outlasted the count by force of will.
We rebuilt what almost fell,
We broke the chain, escaped the spell.
Through desert days, one truth stood clear,
Our oasis must always stay near.
Then came green—so full, so wide,
Life in abundance at our side.
Our children stood tall, our living proof,
Love had returned beneath our blessed roof.
Streams ran deep, springs overflowed,
Blessings lined the path we rode.
Through every storm, through every test,
We stood our ground, we gave our best.
Quiet wins, no need to boast,
Yet we knew what mattered most.
Through the dark, through every lack,
We found our way… we came right back.
So what now—why question this?
Why doubt a love we almost missed?
Have we not stood right here before?
Did we not win that very war?
Will we now just walk away,
From all we built through night and day?
Not me—I stand, I won't step back,
I choose us still… like way back.
I'm all in—no halfway stand,
No letting go, no slipping hand.
No more wounds we give ourselves,
No hidden pain on dusty shelves.
I still believe in me and you,
In what we were, and what is true.
So take my hand, don't lose track—
Let's find our way to the days way back.

Victor Okechukwu Nwatu
01-Apr-2026