her heart was knocking at his

door for a wanting embrace,

everyday, as drops of rain

fell to the wondering ground,

her aching breathe, fathom why

he ignored her signals

she searched for adventure in his eyes

and longed for the heroism of his heart

to save her from the alcoholism of loneliness

the moon wept,

tears blue

and the sun sobbed with magma

upon his ignorant soul,

till he was burnt with regret

he ran cheetahly to open the door,

she was gone,

no more there

to cry for his love

he was burnt with regret.

                                                By Kakraba Afful