Most persons, when they recall
the early stages of their relationship
It is reminiscent of unending phone calls,
All night cuddling,
Late-night chit-chats
about the names of babies they’d make together.
But Monica, after all this time,
After all the love I’ve shown you,
Not even a single sweet reminiscent lies within me
All I can remember is
Your unending demands for
“toiletries and money for your brother’s BECE…”.
