By Sammy Wanjala
Every ending has a begining, every begining has an ending, they say. Dear Murugi, you’ve been the one, the one for the past ten months or so I’ve been writing about endlessely each time I start writing and I wonder, are you my ink? Sadly, ink dries. The ink has dried. I presume now is the perfect time to Kiss This Love Goodbye. Goodbye ‘my lover.’
You were the moon when I was lost in darkness and warmth when I shivered in cold, my bundle of joy, angelic, heavenly, divine, pure, cute, radiant, interesting, inviting, charming et al. You were more to me than you can dream. I loved you to my last ink.
How I’ll live without writing about you? Only God knows. These words I use to write about you, I mean us. No! The time we spent together, echo in my ear every second. The wind will tell stories, perhaps. For the memories we made, _adios._ For the lies we told, _se faner._ For the love we had, _bruciare._
Till fate brings us back, I kiss This Love Goodbye. Do you?
Footnote
Adios – Goodbye
Se faner – Fade
Burn – Bruciare
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