Waiting On Love To Find Me

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


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12 responses to “Waiting On Love To Find Me”

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  2. […] while now, i judiciously read all her post  and i was doing so recently came across this post WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND ME it resonated with me so well, that i asked her permission to write a response to it (P.S i […]

  3. Whao! Okay let me ask for permission can I do a comeback on this poem?

    1. Yes please!!! I look forward to reading it.

      1. 🙈 thank you so much! Would do.

  4. One sign you might be falling in love is that you keep talking. Scientists say that people fall in love after exchanging 168 text messages at “odd” hours. 😀 I don’t know if that is true. However, one sign you are falling apart is that you slowly or abruptly stop talking. The love wheels are greased by continuous healthy communication.
    This is an amazing poem .🖤
    Happy Thanksgiving 🧡

    1. 😂😂😂 @ 168 text messages at “odd” hours. But if it was “love” in the first place, why did you fall apart at all? One person should bring things back to the way they were before🤷🏻‍♀️
      Thank you!!!
      Happy Thanksgiving to you too, eat for two cos we don’t celebrate here.

  5. They are afraid to let go of past and fall again. No trust. Too much glitter out there and someone else caught them (temporarily again).

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I’m Mariam — writer, explorer, observer of life’s quiet and loud moments. I started this blog in March 2017 as a self-discovery space, and over the past eight years, it has grown into a home for everything that moves me and hopefully, something that moves you too. Here, you will find poetry, reflections, travel stories, lifestyle pieces, motivation, inspiration and Lagos restaurant reviews all written with honesty and heart. Enjoy!

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