Lost Lover

Your love is lost
Your word descended from the pits of starvation 
Emotionally, for a month I resided in your arms like an orphan 
Stayed by your side 
Rested under your feet
Nana instead of using my spine as a stepping stool
You walked all over me. 

Your footprints left a burning mark on my skin, the least of my worries were,
Will you ever catch a grenade in a war for us?
I was hit by an atomic bomb when I stretched my arms reaching,
For a piece of paper to write 
A century for the new age 
Our time as one flesh being a mechanism to count the years life was found upon,
Nana the forever part in the text was dry  
I blew the ink off the surface with all my breath 
Just a little longer…, I would have died, 
I would have died for what to you was only a page that I found on top of your desk,
Died for what to me was a book found in the middle of incredible happenings.

The ink was dry …
The font was final, I should have landed your hand
Hold it tight and slowly write Ls and Os’ .., Vs and E’s till the last page 
Just the way they do it in grade R 
Lost lover 
My tears are no longer in the scope of being dry,
They have out lived the agony and colonized a pond in Ficksburg,
The fluid is rich with what will sustain an ecosystem 
An ever Lange of melting Ice cubes 
Filling up oceans, refusing to reflect but rather give in to the rays of the over Seeing Eye God has called the sun,
A tragedy of humankind but a step closer to cleansing the planet 

They say for a virus to parish, the host must be put down 
In simple terms 
You no longer qualify to be called a lost lover 
Our planet died a long time ago 
You no longer host this love 
The missing part of the story no longer exist 
I have found you to be perfectly fit to stand with other stones 
Pave a way for a new 
Lost lover 
The title has left its purpose for thee
I wish you can see what happens inside of me when thee wakes up every morning
There’s this sudden rush to end this poem 
And get back to bed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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