Poetry: Last Seen By Ugorji Ebube
: Don’t try to catch me… : Flow with me : When I’m hot be hot, when I’m cold -freeze : I
: Don’t try to catch me… : Flow with me : When I’m hot be hot, when I’m cold -freeze : I
You see him walk by, a familiar person wrapped in strange skin,
you wonder if you ever have known him,
then he walks past you and
his shoulders brush yours into a neat reality that
you have lost him…
I don’t remember exactly what Rachel said to me
But I know that, on July 11th 2005, my Father died
And on that third day, Rachel resurrected a part of me