My shoes have lost their floors
And my eyes riot from looking
But till I find you, I will
Worry many more maps,
Scourge many more miles
And dissect a thousand more smiles.

I will find you.

It might take a day
perhaps another decade
But I will find you.
Dusk and sweat may bake my skin
But I will find you.
Hunger and thirst may crack my bones
But I will find you.

Just be waiting for me.

Tolu’ Akinyemi.

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