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Apr 2016
I woke up this morning and asked myself this question
How far have I gone on the avenue of moving on?
I got no immediate reply but then when I stood by the window pane
the fingers of dawn were still desperately seeping through
the spaces where you used to stand and hugging the cold bed.
the curtains swung in mutiny blown by angry winds
winds which hitherto our break up gracefully lifted your brunette hair
I walked out and even the door creaked in mockery of my loneliness
and guess what happened when I looked back!
your beautiful pillows were more red than burning charcoal
my eyes hurt at the light the Sun shot, I had to blink
the usually harmless orange orb was harshly telling me to think
I ignored the concerns of all these guys for it was my life
not for the curtain or the rays through the window pane
the pillows, the doors and the cold bed knew nothing about my pain
so I walked back to the sink and washed my face
and the splashing sounds seemed to echo, my home's like my heart
without you there's a void, my home's an empty place
couldn't ignore my ears, unlike others,they were here right from the start
they know the truth like my eyes, nose and lips
my eyes grudgingly shut missing the touch of your palms
my tongue touched my lips trying to restore their faith
even the touch of my tongue didn't feel close to your wine kisses
so I ultimately got my reply, I am still limpid and in pieces
your closet still carries everything you left
the kitchen still clatters calling out your name
I redid the walls but with even the smell of fresh paint
I assure nothing changed, everything's still the same
in the night I freeze clutching at the monsters of your absence
with ravenous longing and burning desire that could start a fire
tears crawl out my eyes in devastation to burn out the flame
I haven't moved on,not a single step from that day
my feet are liquid with the heat of defeat and remorse
arms paralysed by coldness for my fingers miss the warmth of yours
the spaces asking for soft fingers that fitted between perfectly
the skies of my soul have been cloudy since, my eyes do the rain
big boys don't cry yet I can't make every tear disappear
that can't happen unless you return, unless you're right here
I know I said I wouldn't miss you,I was wrong
without you I'm but rubble and shards, I'm eating my words
so please come home, come back where you belong
I won't move on,yet behind is where my beautiful future lies
I miss the whispers, I'm fed up of nightmares and whimpers
I promise forever if you return, no more goodbyes,
just a white dress and a ring,I promise the isles,
come home my love, you're the home, you're my wife.
Ignatius Hosiana
Written by
Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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