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  • Writer's pictureRhoda Akua Ameyaa

Anatomy of a Stray



(to my other… )

I stray from the path of love

When beauty sings like a dove

along with the midnight breeze.

Thirty-two pieces of cigar on the balcony.

I lose a quarter of me and search

for the entirety of you.

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There is no power in me in my frailty,


but in your deity, there is always a kind.

It is 10:00 pm, and the memories are wild.

Red wine bottles crackle at the corner

four meters from the fireplace.


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You smell like a ghost.


One that I wore on the 14th of November.

My shadow imitates your face.

The voice of your silence lingers.

And suddenly,

I’m a visitor in my mind.

I stray from kindness,

hopeless I wait on a moment.

will

it

come,

the moment?

Time is not my friend.

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The smell of spring may shatter all.


Please speak life to me as I erode,

and make yourself a blanket to wrap me in as I hope.


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I fade with time and will.


Would you please not leave me until I stay still?

It won’t take long.

Two more leaves to fall,

and I’ll stray no more.

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