We both have tragic lives
Lives where we have to flee
Flee from what’s ours
We run from anything
Time easily flows
But our time never changes
The words we whisper to each other
Are the pains we Earnestly want to let go off
The memories we try so hard To leave behind
They scatter like the dust that covers the sky
We end up being strangers in our home.
By Onyemaobi Janna Chimdinma