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»Goodbye my love«

by Pride Mguli, March 1, 2018

With a joyful heart I leave thee,
to the next willing buyer taking you home.
For my journey with thee has come to an end,
an end I never thought possible.

So, here we are today,
my soul crying, “no more”;
My mind nodding, “no longer”; and
my lips saying “no ways”.
Look at me,
I am not the girl I used to be.
Thanks to you -
my love, my companion and my comforter.

In the beginning
you made my life sweet – sometimes more than honey.
But In the end, the sweetness turned lethal
as it pierced through my only begotten body,
leaving it depressed, foggy, tubby.
With no memory, no stamina and no joy.

Rightfully then, I say
“Farewell to a lover once cherished,
whose presence never even once allowed me
to know what life is like,
when it’s sugar-free and yet happy.

Written: March 2018
Tags: Emotions

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