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Esther Lawrence Nigeria
Student @ Babcock University
In Mental Health 4 min read
Yours in the Empty
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Losing a father is one thing,</em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em>Losing a best friend is another.</em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em><br/></em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em>Losing the "head" is one thing,</em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em>Losing the "heart" is another.</em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em><br/></em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em>Losing a voice is one thing,</em></p><p style="text-align: left;"><em>Forcing yourself to live with it, is another.</em></p><p><br/></p><p>Lol, let's pretend it's still 2022</p><p>And all I'm worried about is JAMB and WAEC</p><p>Let's pretend it never happened,</p><p>And I'm still that vibrant girl who came home to a warm house </p><p>Except that, this time...</p><p>I didn't come back to a house, at all</p><p><br/></p><p>The words fail me,</p><p>I don't think I'm healed enough to keep writing this.</p><p>But I'll try..</p><p><br/></p><p>I didn't come back to a house, at all</p><p>All preparations for exams that will decide my future,</p><p>We made ..</p><p>From a hospital bed.</p><p><em>His... hospital bed...</em></p><p><br/></p><p>.................</p><p><br/></p><p>You know, I still can't believe it. </p><p>I struggle still, to admit it. </p><p>My heart, it's full and still empty. </p><p>Sometimes I just sit and wonder:</p><p>"Could it have been any different? </p><p>Could it have been any better, if I had been there till the very end?</p><p>If I could've just been there</p><p>To look down at your smiley face, as your body turned ice cold?" </p><p><br/></p><p>Three years,</p><p>Three whole years...</p><p>Years that felt like blessings, only slightly cursed...</p><p>I lived each day, trying to convince myself </p><p>And everyone else around me,</p><p>That I was okay.</p><p>Three years of seeing a whole different side to you,</p><p>That I had never known.</p><p>The part of you that's vulnerable.</p><p>The part of you that asked to lay on my lap,</p><p>And hear me utter even the most nonsense of things.</p><p><br/></p><p>I miss you. Oh, I really do. </p><p>I can't tell one apart from the other, </p><p>Cos I miss every bit of you. </p><p>Good days, bad days, silent days, </p><p>Even the busy days I hated so much</p><p><br/></p><p>Now, every stress feels easy. </p><p>It's in my head that it's just another distraction from this crazy reality. </p><p>And time and again, I'm stuck in a cycle- </p><p>One where I know my mood is bound to change as seasons change.</p><p>Would it have been easier if that wasn't our last conversation? </p><p>Would it have been better...</p><p>If it never happened at all? </p><p>This would've mattered if thinking </p><p>Was the only price to pay to have you back.</p><p><br/></p><p>I try not to remember the little things or grand gestures</p><p>Your view behind the steering wheel, </p><p>Your iconic dance during long travels, </p><p>Your voice when you pray, sing, counsel and speak.</p><p><br/></p><p>I try to forget you (even the littlest bit to make it easier), </p><p>But I don't think I ever can. </p><p>I'd always remember you weren't there to see me leave my teenage years. </p><p>I'd remember on every birthday, </p><p>I'd remember when I've found a man who'd make me as happy as you did, </p><p>I'd remember you with every celebration, </p><p>I'd remember you every time I look into the mirror, </p><p>Every time I relate with those you've left behind.</p><p><br/></p><p><em>"Not all heroes wear capes"</em></p><p>You showed me that, with every breath</p><p><br/></p><p>------</p><p><br/></p><p>In this lifetime ...</p><p>In a hundred lifetimes...</p><p><br/></p><p>A thousand words, </p><p>A million speeches, </p><p>A billion tears,</p><p>Will never be enough </p><p>To tell you just how much I truly love you.</p><p><br/></p><p>They say you're gone from Earth now, </p><p>But I will never forget,</p><p>And truly, I could've never been ready </p><p><strong>For the day the shock of your passing hit.</strong></p>
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