A Billion Hellos

Like a billion frozen hellos
awaiting the warm blanket of a hi,
I’ve been kin to
the foxtrot of silence,
static,
& the assaulting images of
lapping currents.

It is the carcass of dawn
and the curious croaks of
a raven floods this silence,
perhaps like me it longs
for its pair.

Nothing responds in the broken sky.

It’s been three years, every other day is long
& stretched like the paddles on your chest
when you swallowed the lagoon.

About the Author

Bamidele Aiyejina

Aiyejina Bamidele is in love with all things 'blank'. A blank page, a blank Canvas, and a blank Terminal. He writes poetry, short fiction and personal essays. When he isn't daydreaming of hitting the billionaire mark before 26, you'd catch him on Kobo or Photoshop.

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