Was once;
The glow in the dark,
The hand beneath my grip
The home I found a haven.
Drifting slowly apart.
I watch the light dim,
The roses wither
The petals fall,
I want to reach out,
And grab the final straw,
Water the flower while it lives,
The rose shuns me away.
In the petals’ eyes,
Death is a perfect process,
For growth requires death.
In my limited scope,
I mourn its death,
I wail in pain,
I shudder at the departed.
l await the rebirth,
With uncertainty.
As hope strides further away.
The wait is long,
The longing is deep.
The heart crawls on.
© Waithiegeni.
Poems By Lilie 