How Many Times?

How many times have I pulled up your number. To call you and tell you how much I love you. To reassure you that we are worth fighting for?

How many times have I begun writing you. Only to delete the only line I could manage. I had written that, “I am lost without you.”

How many times have I held you in lust and in love. Possessing your body, consuming the pleasures I want with you in particular?

How many times has my heart wept at my deficiencies. My stomach tighten with the shame of inadequacy. My eyes sleepless as I imagined us together?

How many times have I told you that you mean the world to me? How many times have I laid my life down for you?

‘How many times’ do not matter baby. Because until this instant let us pretend that I never have. I am unentitled, awake only to this instant.

‘How many times’ is a construct of ego. You are the reality I choose. Tangible or otherwise I choose to do all these many times over again.

Dan Ochu-Baiye

Large. Curious. Reads a lot. Wild. Loves lions and tigers. Music. Gym. Hiking. Loud music.

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