By Moshkur Ajikobi
after Timi Sanni
Days were shifting for the nights.
I was there on the phone,
puffing promises to her ears--
the same broken promises of together-forever
she filled the hollow of my ears with.
We built a family of five—three children
plus us—on the phone, in truth-alike imagination.
We saw ourselves in an illusion
that portrayed us the congenial couples.
Nights were shifting for days.
I was still on the phone,
listening to the same fake promises
with the happiness that the morning sun
had never dreamed of.
Those nights, those days,
she was only experimenting my love
in her hardened heart.
My love was a specimen.
Those days, those nights,
I was dating myself.
Moshkur Ajikobi (fondly called P-Seven) is a Nigerian poet, writer, and advocate of Islamic literature. His work appears or is forthcoming in The Kalahari Review, TVO Tribe, Almir'aat Magazine, Punk Noir Magazine, Lunch Break Zine, Rather Quiet, Coven Poetry, Riverbed Review, Brown Bag Online, Eremite Poetry, OneBlackBoyLikeThat Review and elsewhere.