Òyì nke e mepụtara

I knew you would come back… you always do… drawn to the silence… to the space where something feels… wrong. You call it a dance… but you don’t understand what’s leading you. Every step you take… I am already there before you, waiting in the pause between your breaths, living in the hesitation of your movement. You feel that, don’t you… that weight in your chest… that pull in your limbs… That isn’t fear… that is me. Turn slowly… yes… just like that… reach into the dark like you’re searching for s