The Death Of A Habit Poem by Titto Mutunguti

Like a turn to a new page
She kept walking away,
Like a wave from the epicentre
It can never trace it way back

So I am thinking, she's going away?
I am thinking, she's not going back?
I am thinking she is gone.
She no go back.
'Coz she has found her way.

Why are you so attached to wrong people,
With any chance to leave crippled?
They harm and do good.
They Kill you while you moan with pleasure.

I dont know,
Is it releaving she is gone?
Mixed feelings of attachment
Like a cocktail of happiness and sadness.
I sip, sip and sip
Until it is all gone away.