I put on clothes of taciturnity
to wine and dine with my shadow 
as I finish burning relation_Ship ties
pour the ashes in a shallow river
whispers into its ear to
  "never find me again".

Looking down from my wall 
the lovers on a cart  posing
with colorful smiles and the little
girl leaning on her Arthur's arm,
dabbling their feet in the air on a swing,
looking at a man with a brush and canvas 
stared and smiled at my foolishness

The hazel tree with its blackish-grey shade
near the red and white striped barricades 
and the brown swinging granny armchair 
which smells like her red rosy ribbon 
and the pile of 90's fugitive slaves magazines
depicting  women of owu 
the only picture of a family I had
My clue  to reckon  broken bloodlines  

I have a shadow trailing behind me
as I bask in my lone_lean world 
for I am not Just a loner but a Lonewolf.

©Iamteazhy
®The Living Legend

Oluwakayode Taiwo 2020™