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Student @ Abubakar Tafawa Balewa University Bauchi
Bauchi, Nigeria
1987
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I am Here, You are Not
<p>I am here, you are not</p><p>You are there, I am not</p><p>The tides </p><p>They rise </p><p>They settle</p><p><br/></p><p>The trees </p><p>They stand </p><p>Immovable sentries</p><p>Leaves rustle</p><p>They guard what I whisper </p><p>Keepers of secrets</p><p>Yet they fail to contain the ooze my heart narrates</p><p>It yearns for you.</p><p>You do not know </p><p>Perhaps you do</p><p><br/></p><p>The wind.</p><p>The whisperer clad in mischief</p><p>Calm, gentle, dispersive </p><p>It is disagreeable </p><p>Conveying secrets unannounced </p><p>But unable to carry my thoughts to you</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>The birds</p><p>The intrusive audience</p><p>They watch me </p><p>Perched upon my window</p><p>They watch as ink dances on paper </p><p>They observe the shift in form</p><p>Feelings graduate into words</p><p>They know it</p><p>They've seen it</p><p>My love for you</p><p>The arch of my back over the desk</p><p>The vigor in my scribbles</p><p>They are witnesses</p><p>Yet... There shall be no testimony to be heard from them</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Life. </p><p>Everything </p><p>Without you, </p><p>Color fades</p><p>Presence dissipates</p><p>All I am left to become is a hollow</p><p>Unable to conduct the life that is mine</p><p>I watch it</p><p>My life</p><p>It ebbs away with the inertia of time</p><p>A passive spectator</p><p><br/></p><p>I live, </p><p>But life, in your absence, is devoid of the experience of experience </p><p>I can feel it, though absent it may be</p><p>The sensation of your presence</p><p>I have never felt it</p><p>Never truly tasted it beyond thought and voice </p><p>But the feeling is etched upon tongue and heart</p><p><br/></p><p>It lingers like a bittersweet phantasm</p><p>The shape of you</p><p>My hands have never met yours</p><p>Our gazes haven't yet embraced.</p><p>But of what substance is the proximity of bodies</p><p>To souls that have coalesced</p><p>Our hearts are acquainted</p><p>Bridged by voice.</p><p><br/></p><p>But... </p><p>I lie</p><p>There is only so much presence a voice alone can present </p><p>And when the bridge parts for moments</p><p>Again the color fades</p><p>I am here, you are not</p><p>You are there, I am not</p><p>Without you, I am naught.</p>
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