Olajumoke Falohun's poem is a quiet confession of loneliness. The speaker misses someone who has gone away, and the feeling is stronger than they ever expected. Every day they hope for a call or a letter, and when one arrives, hearing that voice or seeing that familiar handwriting, they feel fully alive again, just as they did before the person left.
The middle of the poem shows how lost the speaker has become. They don't know what to do with themselves, who to phone at night, or who to make weekend plans with. These small, ordinary details make the absence feel real, because it shows up in everyday routines. The speaker then remembers the person's shy eyes and constant blush, a gentle, tender image. The final comparison, missing someone the way you miss shelter in a storm, suggests this person was a source of safety and comfort. The mood is wistful, honest, and vulnerable, with hope hanging on every message that might arrive.