you left
with a sense of achievement 
you’re the man 
and you no longer needed me
or so you thought 

but then you came back
crying out for me 
like I’m a book   
you dropped 
and can pick up at will
without caring if the pages 
are missing or torn 

but then you came back
needing me 
like my world  
revolves round only you 
and I’ll just jump back
into your arms
because sorry is enough 

but then you came back
looking for me 
like I’m the same 
not realizing 
I am wiser
and can’t look at you 
the same way again 

It’s over.

Mariam Shittu