Play me a memory

lay

throwback friday, throwback everyday
throw my clothes away, yours too
leave everything bare, naked
everything but the truth
truth about ourselves and
the intentions our minds.
plea.
tears.
it was a windy morning
the day our roofs came down
how did we go from loving
to begging for attention-
craving a minute of something
you once had all to yourself all the time.

Victor Oyedele