By Andy TT Obuoforibo
In Memory of Dennisada Fiberesinma
Gone like your flash
and all we have of you
are pictures and broken links
to memories we were yet to make
and shots you promised to take
are stuck in the darkroom of regret.
We did not expect your exposure
to be so short, and to abort
our time with no closure.
But while life is short
it leaves a long trail
and pictures tell a long tale
of a life lived short but well
Of love with no filter, out of your shell
with friends with whom you read.
While we live, you’re never dead
Because your life plays in our heads.