Dear Nedu…

It is not that I don’t think about you…

Problems after all have their advantages, keeps me occupied. But that moment sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, I allow my mind to wander…what could have been

A sob heaves my body. Desperate, I conjure up sleep; the goddess of oblivion.

Mercifully, she emerges to claim me. I shudder, surrendering with a tear on my lids and your name on my lips.

I do not sleep to rest my body, I sleep to forget you…