And in the end we’ll be strangers.
We’ll meet at Kwame’s 40th birthday party, stiffly catching up across the distance of ten years. Our lives having always drawn us parallel, we will have crossed paths on a number of occasions; overlapping but never meeting. We’ll both be exactly the same, just with the weight of time lining our faces and frames. An unmentionable longing will hallow my stomach when I look at you.
“Why couldn’t you two ever get together?” They’ll ask.
“Well,” I’ll say, “when he said he wanted me it was too soon, and when I said I wanted him it was too late”.
Adekunmi Olatunji 