My Heart In My Hands
As I watched you disappear into the darkness, in the cold of the night, you walked away and join the stars. You left me all alone in the dark, would have constructed an ark, to sail away the pain and catch the lost love in the bellowing winds of the nigh. But, instead, I cut my skin, took out my heart and hold it in my hand waiting for it to stop beating so that I can drift slowly and join you dearly, as early. Never felt anything as soft, as I hold my heart in my hands.
poem by Khalifa Mustapha
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