By Blessing Onashile
I could still picture that very day
like déjà vu
A memory I would never permit to fade
An evening filled with fire
softened as sunset
Gods’ masterpiece
serving as the perfect backdrop
The guitar strings spoke first
The soft keys of the piano answered gently
Each note familiar
Each pause intentional
Just as I had once, casually,
told you my favourite song.
Pink cherry blossoms rained their petals,
gracing your surprise
as though you had bribed God Himself
to witness it.
The wind, calm and soft
ad-libbed your words,
Sweetening the moment
the way honey compliments milk
Nature was undeniably in support.
Birds chirped their approval,
Cheering like an audience
that heard you rehearse
countless times
I walked towards you
Replaying every word you kept
Every memory leading
to this moment
Time held its breath
in humble adoration
I was living inside a dream
one I had repeated more than twice
Till my reality could embrace it.
Then a hug, warm
arms wrapping like a promise
of home being kept.
Holding hands
like it was the best award
we had ever received,
confident
in our beautiful, imperfect love.
I stared into the depth of your eyes
As your lips gave voice
To words your heart had already decided
Words my heart could burst
from the joy of holding
And of course,
I said yes.
P.S.
Wake up!
Back to midterm, guys.
Academic weaponing continues!