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Rudolf Gaiseb Poem
Can we meet again?
You, wearing your black jacket;
Me, empty in mind or thought.
You ask what I want.
I want long hours of chatter.
Know you are happy,
even when I am not.
Can we meet again?
This time, both of us touch each other's souls, holding on and never letting go.
Should a heartbeat book an appointment?
A touch of soul, a set time?
Funny how milk tarts are sweet, but can't tweet.
I'll always call to say goodnight.
I hope your phone can keep voice notes.
One day, my words will matter.
It is not a fling, only that our hearts are still pink.
Copyright © Rudolf Gaiseb | Year Posted 2022
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Rudolf Gaiseb Poem
Spirit, spirit that gave me life.
Why did you leave without speaking?
Not enquiring with me?
Or let us reach an understanding.
When your time came,
You left quietly.
You left your precious abode void and lifeless.
Abandoning it where you chose
Did you not hear me say, 'I want to live forever,' or when I prayed, 'I'd rather go like Elijah?'
Oh spirit, spirit that gave me life.
I ought to have appreciated life more.
Then think about those who left scars.
Failing to truly love those who did not.
I should have counted my every breath.
Behind the grave, how can I express my gratitude?
Copyright © Rudolf Gaiseb | Year Posted 2024
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