Waiting On Love To Find Me

It usually begins slow

till you start talking everyday

the early morning messages

and phone calls for hours 

you become friends first

then you start thinking of what should come next

I becomes “we” and “us”

and you can’t help but feel that maybe this is it; love

you’re happy

and you think you’re in love 

but along the line

something happens

that you can’t explain

the calls stop

and sometimes a week goes by

without hearing from each other

and just like that

you become strangers 

and life goes on

until another one comes your way.

Poem|What Went Wrong

Can you relate? Did you ever try to figure out what happened?

Mariam Shittu