To A Seasoned Friend Poem by Folayemi Akande

Nobody listens to my poem like she does
Nobody feels it rhythm like she does
Even when it sucks she says its fine
Now that I'm better my true friend is gone
I wrote five poems four to my friend
The remaining one left for the world
My ink is lonely without your ears
My mind is blank without your eyes
My wit is gone without your smile
My comely, benign and truest friend
I've lost to you my folly deed
I ruin since then of what I've done
Look through my eyes
You will see a sobber heart
I hope in time your wholest deck
Will let or loan another grace
For this in time will mend my ways
You know you share Lisa's benign smile
The rarest of all I've ever found.