Us after US

 Who am I to try to hide? 

When I am done gossiping about the world with you, I’d rest my head on chest and wait for tomorrow to come. 

This tomorrow that we just decided we’d be spending by the water side. 

This tomorrow is here and I am watching you as I nervously smile. 

Cheers? Oh yea, definitely cheering to the new things I found with you. 

 Like playing guesses and watching the time race fast. 

Like being a little child, sometimes wrapping you in my arms. 

 The day after tomorrow is your favorite day in the week, we’d go mountain climbing by the country side hills.

After we get some rest, we’d try new baking recipes. I know I’d have to clean up after you. Like they say, “it is the effort for me”.  The last time we baked, boy oh boy, didn’t we burn the cake while we kissed in the kitchen space.

  Let me not pretend like I don’t grieve when I watch you walk out for air if we ever argue. It is pleasing to know that you’d come home after the time out. 

   Maybe the idea of iron things out used to make me cringe, but now we are good at it. I like the way you say, “is it my fault or yours” or the winds are just blowing in the pains of your before. And the rules of always using kind words have kept our heads in place. 

  And you making a meal is better than me making one. I do put in effort, but I’d rather bake more. 

  Separate the colored clothes from the plain, that’s the noise every time laundry is being done.

   And I adore how we do God, often times before we run out of doing us. 

  I really hate to admit that you are better at every game. And when you swim, even dolphins can’t win you in a race.

  But you being vulnerable with me is all I needed to feel at home in your space. 

   And when you come crashing, I recognize my duty. Look baby, look. You will win, I assure you. 

It’s almost like saying rise on your feet, oh ye king. And when the world is draining us, we’d sit up on our bed, sharing a blanket while we soak in our tears. 

   God, you said to say yes. 

You are the You before Us... why then does it hurt? 

Sometimes we forget that we are enough to define love. 

    And a time before now, you and I became one.

Written by Olu’wafunke Ajoba