By Najel Otieno
I poured the sand. I placed the flowers too
I was the last one to leave, hoping you’d take me along
Why were you selfish? I called at you down there. I cried
I wished you’d have mercy on me; you were heartless
Perhaps you didn’t have it in the first place
My bed knows the weight of my weightlessness
My sheets know how wet my eyes can be
My pillows know my bloody eyes, the eyes no one knows
I’ve sunk in grief since you left
My red petaled rose life has withered in a spur
You left me all by myself; I can’t die
Though I want to follow you
Take me back to the you I once loved
The feeling you. The smiling you. The charismatic you
I know you are in there but I can’t reach
I roam aimlessly in this desert of dried out love
My pain is wild, I feel it crush my bones
You are my withered flower, once bright and beautiful
Gone never to come back again
I am certain am also withering. Slowly. Bit by bit
Your breath still lingers freshly on my face
Your smell is dominant in my every surrounding
Your touch haunts me
Your chuckles and laughter pierces me from head to toes
Those words rush back and give me the final blow
For better for worse, I promise to love you till my very last breath
You went first, please come back for me.
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