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I Have Moved On

The fake postman under the spell of your sob story

had dropped the forty-ninth letter in nine months

Envelope stained with cerise lipstick, perfumed with promises,

sealed with the saintliest of tears.

Your best ammunition had met my firewall

Shrapnels dropped like snowballs at my feet

You knew I still missed you to the bone

Turning to meet you I see the circle

I cringe like a mouse that recognized the trap

written, “We can still build our future together again”

My tenderized heart gathering its hewn

stones thrown far apart when you showed me my old aftershave

telling how you smell it to

sleep for five years

I fought tears refusing to water the old garden

of our broken love.

I can not return, Never!

Hell is heaven when it cries for lost prey

I had smelt the quicksand beneath your rosy bed

“Forgive me” I spat

Feeling for my tourniquet dripping fast

“I choose to be doomed with my decision.

I have moved on.”

– Martins Deep

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30, a collection of poems by Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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