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How Love Becomes a Silhouette

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How Love Becomes a Silhouette

There is this song I dig deep

to break its lyrics: its rhythm

is in early school assembly

drums & watching happy

children running to school.

-& sometimes, like loving

a girl who is water, the song

loses its chord, breaking into

a pond of my own teenage years

& how my first girlfriend slips

from memory becoming a true

fountain, gushing out like a proud

sea, drifting into cadence of candor

& how love becomes a silhouette

of song, or perhaps, a question mark

around my lips, asking rhetoric of yore.

~ Ifeoluwa Ayandele