EMPTY

It’s one of those wordless nights
When your lover isn’t talking to you
Or you’re not listening – one of the two

Who is thine love? She may be Nature
She may be Poetry, may be a thought hard to grasp
Or a human heart you suddenly can no longer decipher

She may be your path to destiny.
It’s one of those nights when I’m staring
At the TV and not seeing it, staring
At my phone and chatting with no-one, staring
At my saxophone and not playing it, staring
At empty paper and not writing anything.

Yet I’m full.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

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