Soaked In Red - Poem by Ndagire Irene
When I told you he was my first love,
It was my heart speaking.
My head has not come to terms with it,
Because it is full of dreams of him.
My eyes deceive me,
And make me follow strangers-
thinking that it is my long lost power ranger.
Is it because my hands could not let go of him...
His heart is still clasped in my palms.
I don't know where he is.
Have you seen him?
Perhaps you could deliver my woes...
He walked far off and left me, here in the sand.
My legs have carried me almost every where,
Can't you see my foot prints back there?
They promised me that am soon there.
But he is no where.
Can you heal this?
You might do what he did...
I am afraid.
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