Each time his replica appears in front of your door with a heavy knock
You wonder if you should take the risk again or just leave it locked.
“It is better this way” you whisper into the air
For words like these are ugly to hear.
You’ve tried to stay away from him,
But the more you do, the more you’re cut to pieces, bit by bit.
Bits of each time a story should have been born
Unfortunately, it turns out a heart-burn.
You tell yourself the circle around you makes you unfit, and you wish it isn’t that way
“If only it’s in a different phase”, you say, then it’d be a better day.
By: -Segun Adebiyi