Wistfully thinking
as my ship begins sinking
Memories of you start fading
With the last full shovel into your grave
Sadness hitting me like a wave
You are gone and I can't be saved.
Your laughter rings at the back of my ear
Alerting me of the reality that I fear
Illusions of the sound of your voice I can no longer hear
Your vibrant smile gone for the dead
My torn heart that I can't mend
Refuses to accept that this is the end.
I will sit on the sand and imagine your face in the waves.
I can still smell your scent on your robe in the shelves,
They look at me warily full of pity at myself.
Can't the heavens grant me another chance?
A chance to look at your life-filled eyes and say "Good bye."
About the Creator
Anathi Bungani
I was born and bred in Tabankulu, a small town in the Eastern Cape province in South Africa. I was born on 10 June 1999 and I am a writer. I used to recite poems in High School too. Please rate, share and tip my work. Thank you.
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