Old magic

 I was desperate for magic, then you came as one. I picked up my coin and we played in turns. Abracadabra with you was fun, until you disappeared and left us unloved. 

Silence would be a perfect birthday wish, I hate to listened to reasons that made you leave. You were my magic, but it was wrong. I needed a miracle, not another superstition.

 Hey, you were everything I could have undone, but no regrets, you were perfect for a man of your sort; left me undone under invisible sun.

 Miracle would have been the perfect touch. 

 Be lighted, you will find your type of love wrapped without flaws, just leave a message by my door saying, “perfect wasn’t enough” and I will understand that I was all you were never  taught to endure.

 So, it wasn’t me or you, it was us in our naive roots. The brokenness of before, the touch of something wrong. You would have been the perfect gift, but I need a miracle not magic.

 Until my eyes can meet with yours and receive the burn, give no words to what went wrong. I will find you when I am strong, yes, I am undone, but it’s perfect, I have learnt not to grieve anymore. Maybe this is all in my imagination, the thoughts of you and magic. Perhaps, I never met with you or maybe I did. But whatever it might have been, please be undone and never compare me to anyone. 

I think I miss the coin. Yours sincerely, Olu❤️, the magic I thought you loved.