Tel Me Why Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

I can’t deny am taken
As I can’t that am shaken
The space into which you’ve intruded
Has left me dumbfounded:
Space that I never thought existed;
And had no knowledge declaring it vacant,
Or either had it reserved!
Why did you have to wait all this time,
If I may ask my darling,
For someone to set up camp in my heart
When you were just there somewhere
Only to show up and torment me afterwards?
And why is it that,
Tell me,
I don’t feel like pushing you aside
And getting on with my life?
Why is it that,
Tell me
I feel so glad inside,
Even when you threaten
To throw into disarray my life?
Tell me,
Why is it that, I feel so happy you showed up?
Tell me,
Would you be content to take up
The little space that’s left of my hut!
Which’s what I could afford to let
Since you showed up late;
And you needn’t ask who’s to blame.