Workmate
Always come near
when you are absent
my eyes cannot open
nose opens narrow space
fingers cannot write
You charmed my being,
workmate, my glass mart
shining in my soul
breaking my heart
come near me all times
that my being is settled
for a good luncheon
lunch that never ends
day with no setting sun
come near, come always
to shatter my heart
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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