That moon only allowed the sunrise yesterday.
Orò had no female feature Ikorodu that day.
Then one crashed her vehicle into mine.
Brings me to remember...
My love. I miss her; to my marrow, to my spine.

The sun no longer sets for me.
Only thin air fills my belly.
Just the linger of fragrance from her shimmy
No smile, no frown. It is peace, but in pieces.

Not since the 13th has a star twinkled.
& now it seems only virtual that rain is sprinkled.
These white walls now strangle the white ceiling
& vast black tiles echo a need for Pacholi in scene.