Perhaps I see it, perhaps I think it,
But I know I feel it, and I know it’s you.
Perhaps it’s true, perhaps it’s not,
Perhaps I lied when I said I’d come to terms
with a life without you.
Perhaps I will, perhaps I won’t,
Perhaps it’s true that those we love never die.
They hang around, like the aroma of magnolias
days after they’re plucked.
Perhaps it hurts, perhaps it doesn’t,
Perhaps the only way I’m still strong 
is because it hasn’t settled in 
that you’re no more.
Perhaps you’re here, perhaps you’re there,
Perhaps the only reason 
my echo comes back when I call out your name
is because you’re too near me to hear me.

About the author:

Evangel Leo Ken Jnr is a law student, feminist, and ambassador for Youths and Rights International. With poetry pieces numbering over hundreds to his name, he strongly believes that poetry is as indispensable as his heartbeat. Writing is stability in chaos and everything to this young writer. Where the inadequacies of music and words might rear their head, painting is his plan B. His motto is “que sera sera – what will be, definitely will be.”

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