Your favourite colour was the shade
On the city when the sun set.
Your eyes were as deep as the ocean,
Yet so different from simply blue.

You said you hated the rain
And loved the heat.
In love with the moment,
But never the person.

You always had
A great passion for drawing lines
Between two states.

But how could you even tell
Fire from love,
And pain from rain,
When in the end
they were all just the same?



-Eunice Adewole