On the Last Day

And she will recite this: On the day you last breathe Your arms were too far for me to hug Your lips were too cold for me to kiss Your eyes were closed to see me Your voice was no where to be heard Your heart was still Your eyebrows were still beautiful Your skin became light no more On the day of your departure You left us with many questions Your poems never told us about the date Yet we knew the end shall come... when? Well we never knew and never expected it to be this soon! On the day you died You did not leave alone But our souls sinked deep into misery As you left I lost hope and faith in love My lips want nothing to do with love anymore. May your pretty soul rest... May your wonderful soul rest... May your beautiful soul rest... On this day, You wrote this, And now, only now Is the right time to read it out loud. -N. B Mpila