I have continually longed for love,
as shadows long for the moon’s gaze.
But now I am faced with a new problem;
I do not know what love looks like.
I do not see it in my father’s eyes when he beholds his wife.
I do not see it in the Vicar’s eyes when he tramples his flock to board his jet.
I do not see it in the congressman’s eyes when he abandons his people’s plight for silver.
I do not see it in the lover’s eyes when he kills a rose to give life to his lust.
I do not see it in my own eyes when I gaze at the image residing in the looking glass.
Aanuoluwapo John Adesina - 2019
