Nelson Ajibise

Ten long years
Three additional months
Being told I’m “loved”
By someone who can’t even remember my birthday.

How do I
Who was abandoned as a child
Attract lovers who abandon me
As an adult?

Those without soul
Broken shells
God’s saddest excuse
For wasting earth’s oxygen

Who even lie to themselves.

I learned too late
That this one’s last lover
Killed herself
When she was abandoned.

I almost did
Until I looked into the eyes
Of my adoring dog

He opened my eyes
To the knowledge
That a non-person
Is not worth my life,
My tears,
And now,
Not even worth my anger.