A Lonely Walk Poem by Zachariah isaboke

In bits of time you were a bullet,
Aimed at a stacked man's heart,
Flying at heartless speed to hurt,
A little golden pebble of death.

You slipped through wind unnoticed,
Whistled like happy man on a walk,
Crept aboard with a touch of icy warmth,
And embedded thy kiss in a man's heart!

You watched his heart break into bits,
Listened to his cries of please,
Your goodbye kiss wrecked his bliss,
Alone in the night he missed his missus.