What do I do now?
With this repertoire of unfinished poetry
All of these plans for the future
What the hell should I do
With the messages I typed up but never sent
And the ‘I love you’s” I said internally
The me too’s and the please stay’s
I can’t finish them because I can’t relate
These feelings I thought I felt
No longer emanate
From the pores of my heart
They don’t propagate
The longing feelings I felt from the start.
What do I do now?
A.
Akunna Ezekwem 