Through quiet grief and lyrical steps, Adeyele Adenira captures what it means to part—again and again—and still remain whole. A farewell wrapped in memory, aching, and quiet strength.
goodbye is clinging to my sister’s arm- tears falling from both our eyes in symphonic harmony at the back of a cab watching distance slowly boast of our parting her fingers banishing my tears and hugging my fears away because it’s what big sister’s do when they’re going away goodbye is finding no words to explain the pain no way to say I’m sorry for everything it is you kneeling on the ground at the age of 13 and asking God why willing the skies to swallow you up into vast nothingness- innocent disarray a whole whirlwind of turbulence “I never got to say goodbye, please forgive me” are the words that lick your lips but never fall if they do it’s nothingness speaking words to dust the dead is gone I’ve slept and woken up for years- cried for weeks and laughed for months teaching myself the language of leaving so I’ll leave myself and wander into a forest of realms so another time someone I love leaves I’ll disappear with them.
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Very well written 🥂
I liked the poem on a fantasy level...and many monuments do honor the unselfishness...of personal adherence to style and uniform efficiency...but I would avoid it as my reader is a people...and too often its genre is missing for attempts at creating folk unselfishness....Self love...best...