Dear Friend Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

Dear Friend,
I'm no poet,
And I know not the difference between metaphor or a personification.
For as much as i put ink on this blank pages,
Pouring my heart out on this poems,
Thinking of that cold day at the park..

Me.. You holding hands,
I could hear your distant voice begging me not to let go of your hand..
I remember how you used to say - 'MY HAND KEPT YOU SAFE FOR DAYS,
MY PRAYERS KEPT YOU ALIVE FOR LONG'

Had I knew when you said,
'Hold me one more time,laug and dance to the rain with me,
for tomorrow is uncertain' was your goodbye line.

I'd have held y hand for long,
Ran and danced in the rain with you,
I'd have prayed for you before we went to our different paths,
And asks God for an extra hour.
Now you're gone and I'm left with your cracked laughter that used to make me smile..

How do I say 'goodbye' when I still need you I our tryst in the park?
I fear to fall in love with the sand theyburied on..
Buddy! I fear to fall for the idea of you In the park anymore..
I guess your grave Is our new spot...
How do I say 'Goodbye' when I still have your image in the park
But struggling to get thepicture of you not being in our tryst..
Dear Beloved buddy!
I can't take it anymore....