When We Lock Hands – Iyebiye

1.
You come visiting early in the morning/on a sunny afternoon/late at night. When you knock, I open
the door without asking who is at the door with my arms stretched out wide and a smile on my
face/with my face crumpled and my arms akimbo/I show no reaction at all. You come in with your
usual-you face and hug me tight/ask me what’s wrong/question me on why I refused to greet
you/enter as if you didn’t notice me. I eventually ask you to sit on the chair/on the bed/keep you
standing/or make no gesture at all. We try to have conversations/tease ourselves/cook together/you
watch me cook/have random fight/play and laugh/read/let the moment tell us what to do with each
other.

2.
You eventually say you’re going which is one of the things I have come to hate/get an impromptu
call, so you have to leave/I get you angry and you must leave as a result of that. I frown my face and
you make jest of me/tell me you don’t want to leave either, but you have to/say nothing at all. You
stand up and get yourself a glass of water/check the mirror/enter the bathroom/do all one after the
other before you eventually head straight for the door. I stand right after you and follow you to the
kitchen/stand right beside you and smile at how beautiful we look together/wait till you come out of
the bathroom/do all one after the other till you head for the door and I walk right behind you. We
walk down the stairs together/you carry me in your arms down the stairs/I hold your shoulder and
walk right behind you/watch you walk down the stairs.
Downstairs, you ask me to go back up/I see you off a bit/follow you home/you say nothing at all.

3.
We walk at a reasonable distance apart from each other/we lock hands/we stay few inches apart
and swing our hands/we stay tightly closed/we stay quiet throughout the walk/we talk about things
we forgot to discuss/we laugh and giggle about random things/we talk about how we don’t want to
leave each other/I complain about how you say your hands hurt when I hold you. We walk a bit
more and you ask me to go back home/we keep on walking. You shake me/you plant a kiss on my
forehead/just say goodnight. I get mad/I smile and get goosebumps all over/I don’t say anything. I
return to my house and you to yours/we both get to your house. I get back home to feel good all by
myself/send a lengthy or short text stating how displeased I am and how annoying you can be/send
a text to know if you have gotten home/call/do nothing at all/show no emotions at all/be as
emotional as I can be.

4.
My favorite moment with you is when you hold my hands tight. It’s one thing you do less so I cherish
it a lot. It feels as if chemistry has mixed with biology, to break the laws of physics-I get on top of the
world-and time freezes. When you ask for my hands, I feel I can do anything. I can look into the eyes

of a lion/swim through the widest sea/laugh right back at my fears/walk through the valley of the
shadow of death/dance in the rain/walk through fire/face the god of death.

5.
Your name is babe/baby/king/king from the other side/your highness/choco-milo/those are all the
names I gave to you because I don’t feel the same way with someone else.

6.
We do these all over again!

Author: Iyebiye

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