Whose Poem by Modupeola Williams

When you go
Who will catch you?
Whose arms will be your net?
Whose tears will dropp when you bleed?
Whose blood will mark the earth, for your breath?
Whose heart will hurt at your absense?
Whose lips will kiss your sores?
Whose hands will wash your wounds?
Whose eyes will look at you, knowing everything?
whose tongue will promise you forever?
whose love, will always remain?
Who else! ?
There is none