Songs of Anisha
grandchildren but that’s
a poem for another time.
Another place. Other soil.
Another shine in the windowpane.
He is still a stranger to me.
Julian, Julian, Julian.
“Remember,”
by Pious Elemchukwu Okoro
Nothing
should depend
on forgetting
when cheats bow
sob
smile,
then rediscover love
and hug
grin
demand
making up.
Tell me when
you forgave
forgot
and your heart crystalized
glinted
with the joy
for the return
of the lost
the loved-again
the more-loving.
nothing
should depend
on scars
entombed
in the heart
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