Lonely Heart

Trodden down the alley,

Trodden through crowded path,

Amidst, the crowd your heart far away to find,

Amidst roar of laughter, your heart shrunk still,

Lost in your heart,

You've lost your heart in words,

'Matters of heart weighs more than rocks', you said

'Hope deferred makes heart sick', are your words,

Trodden in love, makes the heart sick,

Of memories lost to time,

Memories of time treasured at prime,

All hidden under pile of garb,

Is your shrunk frame,

Delicately holding the fainting heart,

Only peep of warm memories,
 keeping the frail heart beating.

(c)Funmi Adeyemo June 2017