They say love is the greatest. Is it?
has no one considered the pain of losing love
the endless continuum, timeless in behaviour
the blank feeling that bathes you as you stare at the ceiling
when your vocabulary fails you as you try to explain your loss
the source of the teary eyes behind the dark raybans
the reason behind the mask of happiness.
When in their ignorance, they tell you to forget
their kind words, horrible imitations of nollywood flicks
like there is a recycle bin filled with your grief
can an amputee forget his severed arm?
pure, undiluted pain leaving your body numb
a body trembling at its own will, spirit broken
nothing else matters, nobody comes close too
if love is the greatest, is pain its twin
because sometimes…love is pain.