Memo-Nation—What if our memory of someone was all an imagination? || Machebe Chizoba Angel || Poetry

 


Memo-Nation—What if our memory of someone was all an imagination? 


Envisioned for a side being, but an entity we never became.

For surely, the melancholy of premonition that coalesces with the words– "We were just a mere illusion" Excites ebullient secretion of adrenaline. As threatened as I feel, I can't flee Had I known loving you was a cul-de-sac—bounded and caged. I wouldn't have, on my volition, Treaded on this stoney sacred place which carved "Daniella Eshosobe; 1997-2020" Not again! Is it because it's my only pavilion? Or because you are both my friend, family and lover? Or my only reason to live? In the past and present, you remain my only future. As your soul lay in rest, I come to your abode as you did for me without a notice. Those times of scratches, you were my only palliative. My drug of revolution. Indeed! This was our "once upon a time" journey. I was a lost soul, subsequently shape-shifting into a stalker. For you know not my name nor aware of my existence. The longer I longed for you, it lingers that 

I memorised all of you. Down to your tacky long hair, those rhapsodic smiles and your futile attempts to hide the self-revealing dimples, all lay soiling with the earth. A maroon, I have become in this same passage that lay in obscurity. A spark furtively keeps having it's way in this dream, with nothing to do with reality. Yet, I just can't open these eyes to get hold of it. An Endless-dream, I zero-in to pursue! Implicitly, Seems like the angels of love colluded against me the moment I noticed I got more invigorated by every vision of you while being delibitated with just a blink to reality. An unsolicited, unrequited love Call it velleity or not, It is better than being a spurned lover. That bickering thought of you leaving me for one thing or another when we never even birthed into a thing. For the only place where your heart permits another chance of heart beat is here, in my imagination. Please live, live in this imagination so we can continue that future we never started. For I had lived this future with you by my side. And shall continue even when I leave these flowers at your tide. I don't think I had the chance to ever say it but here are the redundant words – "I will love you till my last breath, Daniella"





Machebew Chizoba Angel is a writer, speaker, and multidisciplinary artist who moves with burning passion to open eyes and uplift souls. Her hobbies are exploring and capturing moments, reading fiction and playing music. She is currently studying industrial chemistry in Enugu state university.