Dear Diary. Poem by David Kinyanjui

Dear diary,
we have a habit of catching up daily.
I am here to talk to you once gain,
Because I cannot resist what I gain.

Today has been as cold as ice,
Warmth, a rare jewel to suffice.
It was like truth hidden in lies.
I hope it to better as time flies.

I cannot say I worked much.
Not really where I would drop on it or such.
If I were to match,
It equals pale ink to the month of march.

My heart skipped a bit too.
I had a light moment, the gathering was for two.
And because nothing has happened tomorrow,
I will meet you then, for the space I borrow.