The Last Time - Poem by CHIGOZIE DANGOL
The last time I came calling was the last time I would come calling,
I stood at your doorsteps wondering how you'd receive me,
Softly tapping at the doors of your heart, I signaled my presence,
I knew you felt my essence, you were present, but I saw your absence.
Behind this mask of pain and rejection, I prayed it would be alright,
Maybe some how you could find a place for me deep within your walls;
All we do is wake up, make up and break up,
Because you are deaf to the sounds of my heart
Deep into the night alone and abandoned
I sit outside and hope maybe, you'd have a change of heart,
I wondered; do I repulse you? Do you revile my presence?
It's like I was never here,
Now we have come to the end of the road
This will be the last time you'd see me.
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