As it stands now
I haunt strange places
I take shape of odd containers
like ghostly water
I chisel, round and sharpen
Some points of me
to fit in illusive jigsaw puzzles

I know you loved music
You listened to highlife so much
-the room full of tapes bear witness to that
So I burried myself in it too
As I write, Oheneba kissi’s Abadin is on repeat
Yet I can’t find you in there
I have listened to so many hooks
But none has hooked me to you
as it stands now

They say your hands were not your own
they were what they call helping hands
(a fancy name for hands that fed other mouths but their own)
You helped any and everyone where you could
So I also lent hands
half hoping you will clutch it
half hoping to connect
But as it stands now
we never really did

As it stands now
I’m itching in old places
Past scalds are burning anew
in yearning to miss you,
in longing to reunite
in memory’s wonder world

As it stands now
I’m ever moving
eyes ever scanning
heart ever longing
hands ever prying
but you, never finding
my mind always wandering
my mind always wondering
ever questioning

Am I the villain now
when you didn’t get to give me much
to  you miss you by 
Or to even find you with

Why doesn’t it feel sore
in the spot you left in my heart?