Gone Away Poem by Anisha Nyambe

Softer sounds visit us tonight
and your eyes illuminate the skies of bright.

Gone away,
pulled from my arms,
death called your name
and now my life will never be the same.

Too good to be true,
your last smile is slowly fading from my memory.

Already, I can't even remember your name.

Gone to be among the starry stars,
say, 'hello' for me to Mars.
Tell him I will join you soon
to be part of Netherworld's noon.