She Was Different Poem by Promise Obasi

Like the Green leaf in a dying bunch,
You stick-out without doing so much.
Could be the smile that seldom surfaces,
Maybe the few times it does, it lights up the dark places, and they never go dark again.

Like the sorceress on a big stage,
You keep these pair of windows fixed on the same page, on you.
And like she keeps the audience on their toes,
you keep mine fixed while streams of affection flows.