To Ms. A Friend

What's the value of our friendship

when you now seem to be missing in action?

Unresponsive to what i say-

but u seem to know d right things to say,

u inspire me to be and do better

but you're hiding at a distance.

You never say hey

only sometimes after i say it.

Ur words in our sole time,

caress my feelings

and when i wake in the morning

-to let you know, you're mute as a fish,

why sometimes u choose so, I'll never know.

Was being friends, an excuse 

for this being a thing of our sexual recovery?

Though I can't deny loving your voice so pianissimo

berried with your spunk, pep and style

it was an outrage of a pure feeling of pleasure

from the soulful mojo of your moans

to the hedonism of delirium at my climax

like the cool rush of sea blue breeze

in the brown autumn night.

But seriously, how art thou?

I miss the days of frank conversations

days when I'd think of you; friend 

and my nights gleamed with the moon

how u spelt the name you called me 

and I'd burst out my cocoon 

and then make u laugh

ur laughter; the thunder in my rainy sky

as u made my day smile in sync with the sun.

The eagerness in your voice

when you called from work to say hey,

okay maybe not everyday

but i like how you took the tears of my past

and molded it into a beautiful present 

and how in the present

you speak encouraging words into my future.

We're friends and there for each other 

so in hope, i suppose that we still are close

but will it hurt, if in reality we relived those days?

Fimisola-Samuel