Hi Chris.

Been too a long a minute

So I thought I’d write you this.

Even though I still wish we said our goodbyes over a bowl of jollof rice and a keg of palm wine

Then we’d vow a vow to stay together till the end of time.

 

Time.

How come mine stopped ticking, and yours kept running? On this I’d often ponder.

I make to call you sometimes, but then I’d always remember

Parting is still a bitter sweet sorrow

And truly, no one was ever promised tomorrow.