I am the one, you passed by yesterday
The neighbour you said hello to, or not
The nods and smiles you gave, or not
The gentle echoes from the distance you heard
Like a visit to my Keta village, on the shores
Of the volta and dawn drum beats, that melody
That melody, that wakes the soul to feed, or not
I am the lover you once had, made promises to
Your first love or not, second love, third love, or not
The beggar on the street you tossed a coin to, or not
The neighbour's child with scruffy hair, or not
The kid you willingly shared your all with, or not
With names familiar to you, or not
And memories of innocences, or not
The childhood best friends forever, or not
Still unsure, what emphases to place in knowing
Whether to call thee a friend or an acquaintance
Whether to make thee a stranger, with a hint of familiarity
But you know to recognise comrades, and lay claim to relations
As opulence favour door ways of subjects, until now with surety
Surely you must be, don't you remember, with tones changed
