Lost
By Ayomide Ogundele

We lived in the same house
But we were just a shadow of ourselves
The empty four walls forcing us to coincide
Your mental state, a barrier between us
The name of our house was Palm Avenue
My name is Ayo and her name was Mom

The stars in the night sky shine brightly every night
Mosquitos buzzing around looking for someone to infect with disease
Diseased is what it felt like to be around you
Your mental state, a barrier between us
The name of our house was Palm Avenue
My name is Ayo and her name was Mom

The road to our house filled with the foul odor of decomposing garbage
The buzzing of the flies surrounding the entrance, Music to my ears
Open invitation to leave
Your mental state, a barrier between us
The name of our house was Palm Avenue
My name is Ayo and her name was Mom