"The Return"

"The Return"(in the memory of Chukwuemeka Akachi)

My last rememberance of you 

Was that night we held hands

And you let mine slip away

You walked far away back into the night

That you let it darkness envelope us

Or was it just me that was lost in this madness that cocoons us in mid-day.

I could hear the castles we built in the air fall apart; this little mansion that fits us so well, where love mends our broken whole.

Your absence roars at my weak self

I crouch and die gradually in silence

I wish I could cry

But no one will hear me.

They're use to my pain; they no longer bother.

Each morning wakes up with its own sadness

Each night falls with its own tears.

Every yawn is a yearning for you

Every mourn is dirge for you.

I look helplessly at the door you banged

On your way out. 

Hoping you walk back this way again 

or I die a prisoner of your return forever.