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Bironga Chadwick

(30/09/1992 / Kisii, Kenya)

OF A DEAD AND GONE LOVE


In every moment of our time together
there is a pic,
Of memories we shared,
Now is the time to pack away,
With Sadness and with Care.
The first is a simple smile,
Whenever I thought of you,
Neatly folded into four,
It is the best that I could do.

Next are all the memories,
Of the times when we were two,
Wrapped with love one by one,
Sealed with tears as glue.

And then there are the butterflies,
I had when you were near,
Now in a cage of sadness,
And locked up with a tear.

Next are the times we hugged,
Each one wrapped with a sigh,
Placed next to a rolled up list,
Of all the times I have asked my self why.

Now to pack are the pieces of my heart,
Gathered in a pile,
Each one wrapped up tenderly,
And placed next to a distant smile.

Finally all the shattered wishes,
Placed softly so no more can break,
Covering them over trying not to cry,
So they would not all ache.

Lastly pacing round each moment,
Closing each and every curtain,
Shutting each and every door,
Leaving behind each and every pain.
Gathering up the memories we shared,
Making sure I have got them all,
Packing them softly because I cared,
Leaving them in the boxes in the hall.

I know it will never be the same,
But there will be life without you.
Goodbye my love,
And have the best of fun.

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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I fell in a whirlwind romance with a certain girl. Annirah was her name. But our love jet never took off. Wrangles and misunderstandings painted our short stint in eerie dark embers of gloom. Though I played my part in the break up, it was because I couldn't stomach no more of her stereotypes. But I still love and miss her. My Annirah Nurkharj.

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