SOAKED PILLOW

She was no stranger to tears

She had fallen in love

And these were tears of joy

Or so she thought

She dived in fully

Ignoring all warnings

This must be love, she told herself.

She was no stranger to tears

She believed she was still in love

She had given herself to him completely

But now there was pain

What’s a little pain for the one I love? she asked herself

She was no stranger to tears

Her pillow was at the receiving end

They streamed down her swollen cheeks with reckless abandon

Her black eye had begun to heal

He had apologized like he always did

But now she is filled with doubt

Could this really be love?

She was no stranger to tears

She found the courage to break it off

No apology would suffice

This is not love, it never was love

Her eyes welled up again

She was no stranger to tears

She let them flow

This time, they were comforting.

EBUN IGILI