Beatrice Poem by John Dadzie

You were my friend,
a pretty beautiful friend.
You were my mate,
a dependable supportive mate.
Can't understand myself, why i never saw you in a different way.
Your round face, pretty lips with a smile that made me gay.
Your beauty remains seated deep in my memory till this day.
I remember the times we board a troski and i had to sit on her lab because my money wasn't enough,
i remember the times when we play in class and i picked her up whole in my arms.
When others remember to be gay, this nostalgia is like a dagger in my heart which tears me apart.
i search for you in my heart but never find you,
all i do is to just dream about you.
My dear Beatrice i really miss you bad.