Ebele Mogo

Fossils

This window needs a wash.
Dust had made a fossil
of the rain drops when
the sun called them home

Staring at the window
was like looking into you
For now he was gone, you too
held memories for two

Maybe you needed a wash too?
The hostess reminds you
“Madam, fasten your seat belt”
Ascent.

The plane goes higher
things get smaller
and you remember
your size in the scheme
of things

You should have kept a place for me

Beyond that sunset
when you kept finding ways
to slyly say you wished
our meeting to be
the first of many
Beyond my smiles
in your new camera
Excited you were,
to make memories
you never intended to share
So when we said goodbye
I stayed doubts that it
would be a last
for September would surely
bring you back to me
The first few days
it was hope, of a call
an email perhaps?
When days turned to weeks
it was those sweet dreams
almost as good as real
And when the passing of time
settled the dawn of summer
into its day, then dusk
When I folded dresses away
I was forced to admit
I had been conned into
another cliché
The shore is frozen now
It doesn’t reflect the sunset
as well as it once did
to set the scene
for a first kiss.