Before My Eyes
I watched her walk away
My mind wondered away
Do I or Not
Count the fading heels
Count the healing strides
The fast passing past
Finger after finger
Never stopped I cursed
Atop the last floor
How do I or Not
Steal tomorrow from the day
Beam with joy coy me
Look back and see you seeing me
Like children hiding nothing
The fire is gone
The bush is growing on cinder
Will it or Not
Shoot each foil and flower
Summon you who lights the fire
Pretend nothing ever killed
The whole generation of Love
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2013
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