yesterday
you were all over the place
you were in love and you didn't have to sound the alarm
you even got our throats itchy for party jollof rice
that you promised was coming soon
today
it is the wet tissues all over the place
a clear picture of your heart sent back home
with a luggage of memories
and no hope that you're returning
because the fire that brought warmth
is now nestling in ashes
tommorow
you know inspite of your good promises
to yourself
never to open the door of your heart
someone will yet push it ajar
so set your heart in order
because tomorrow you will
yet love again
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