WHEN MEMORIES BECOME HISTORY , by Abdullahi O. Haruna Haruspice

The ghost of my yesterday keeps haunting me

Endlessly as I struggle in mitigated perspiration

To erase the memories of you.

Every echo reminds me of ur suppressed giggles,

As they flutters like butterflies .


Some pasts are better not lived

As they become a nagging stare to the present

Show me a man without a past

And I will withdraw from the anguish of my yesterday

Destiny and fate conspired

To create two separate abodes for its inhabitants

But the pulse of love

Refused the limitations of fate


Do I continue in endless anguish

Or resign to the flap of fate?

Call me a weak soul

You are not wrong,

Push me to extinction

You are on point

Fade away from my existence

You are justified.


But beyond the euphoria

Of your conquest,

Know it that ,

I once danced to your whispers

I once ran your race.

Even as you swim on your tide

Of bliss


Remember there once

Lived a Lily livered boy

Whose passion was a distant dream

The dream may be dead

But like a running stream

Cascading the belly of the land

I still smell your breath

And still dance to your suppressed

symphonies of fate.


Indeed roses aren’t forever

And when love dies,

Memories become history.




Written by: Abdullahi O. Haruna Haruspice

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