The Sunset (An Elegy) Poem by Mutonye wa Mutuku - B.M the Poet

Almost sunset,
Seated on my balcony,
To the west the sun is destined to set,
As the weaverbirds chip in their colony.

Your memories flood my mind,
All the challenges, opportunities together we underwent,
Your laughter and cries echo in my mind,
'Tis hard, this reality to admit.

Is it true that you are gone?
Gone and left me alone?
Alone in the midst of this ugly darkness?
Darkness that initiates fear and loneliness!

If it's true that you are gone,
Don't be silent, please give me a signal,
Write a goodbye on the sky zone,
For I still remember your handwriting, that will be a good symbol.

It's painful to call you 'the late',
It's affecting me, even loosing my weight,
To admit I've that this is your sunset,
All are our memories, to me that are left!