Steve Ndem                                  
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On a darkened bright day of spring winter
The sun marked the time of her arrival
When she held my hand, it was summer
When I let go, it was an autumnal

We’ve known each other from my nascency
Everyday day she would add a year to me
She held an hourglass in her right hand
The once filled top was now a fair pile of sand

As I reach out to hold her hand once more
I remember the things I should have done before
The last drop of sand falls on the bottom glass
I leave all I have and join my friends at last