The scar from
his departure
is still fresh,
the thought
i can’t forget
him scares me,
reminiscing does
not make it easy, yet it helps,
a mixed feeling
of pain and pleasure,
i see him
in my dreams
and hear the
echo from his voice,
i am a mirror,transparent,
a reflection of him.
flashes of images I see of him.
my mind a board and my memory
a brush painting our years together.
He is always around me,
hovering, and there is no escape.
how can I live like this
and why won’t I live this way?
mood swung of his,
while he was here.
could this have
been responsible too?
now, it dawns on me.
this is a cycle
i will live in,
until I embark
on a journey
of no return.

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Onah is a graduate of Banking and Finance from the University of Calabar,Cross River State,Nigeria. He has over 6 years Banking experience in various aspect of Treasury Operations. He is working towards becoming a qualified financial analyst in the future and enjoys reading, research and writing, especially Finance and Economic related topics. As much as he enjoys writing and reading he also enjoys playing chess, watching movies ,workout and other activities to live a balanced life.

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