These cold thoughts,
While thinking of you.
Even if we meet again,
In my Wuhan garden,
My reality a faded one.
Looking out my little window,
Awaiting your return.
My heart fondering away
I grief of your absence,
A grieving so worse,
Still awaiting your return.
My heart,
Alone it southward goes.
Dinning alone,
Yet crying over,
A future loss.
I await your return no more
Your demise I await

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson