A beautiful memory, a pleasant history
A place where painful pleasure, savoury
Yet distasteful resides
Yesterday I was wrong but I still got along
I had my victories within her but now she is gone
She left me confused
Did I push her away?
Should I hold on? Should I make her stay?
Like a dying man holding onto his last breath
I hold fast to her length and breadth
But she slips away late at night, out of my failing grip
She waves goodbye as I slowly let her slip
Yesterday is gone, I suddenly feel light and free
I feel light and free, this must be how it was meant to be
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
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