All We Have

By Noyingbeni T. Erui

Strutting in this endless listless existence

I am like a gaping wound,

Trying to get some air.

Keats was ‘half in love with easeful death’

Maybe he was my kindred spirit

Maybe he felt an incoming crash

And opened his seat belt

To feel the eternal blank,

With nothing in mind

Only a certain face imprinted on it.

The face, ever-changing, ever-elusive

Like the love we chased

Until we lost ourselves in the process.

When the end arrived

None of us was there, to claim the prize

We thought we both deserved

For the price, we paid in blood.

I am here. Where are you?

You whisper “It’ll be okay”

Is that the only thing you kept for yourself?

After you push in all your chips and said,

“I am all in.”

You are here. Where am I?

Our coming and going is like a hacksaw

Between our hearts, cutting every tie

That once bonded us.

The end has come,

Where are we?

Please stop the bleeding.s

By Noyingbeni T. Erui