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Writing

Atoms

All I wanted in that moment was your love under my arms,

The heaven that’s beneath your cave.

To journey through holy landscapes,

To bring to me all you are;

To let me care to see.

Last night, we lost it all to the atoms left between us,

Spinning in rage, round and round,

Whisked like honey and jam.

The love I’ve had for you—

Swept, washed away, wept, like a rainy day.

Could this be it?

Could this mean end?

Does this mean our demise has come too soon?

I heard the whispers.

I dreamed them out loud

That black turned to white,

Yet fear has raced us here.

Tosin Popoola