i try to capture you
bini
in these testaments
of what we used to be

i try to capture
your faiths and furies
your diabolical beauty
and splendid anomalies

as i walk through these
valleys of reminisce
where shadows
of chronic longing
swerve like troubled trees

but my instincts
are distant as
they are distinct
bini

they come slow
with the speed of love

and the memories
like boil
ripens with pus
as i indeed realize
that like diamonds
time only cuts time...

JK Anowe, Allergies.