Now you are gone
Our chords gradually slackening
Our flame taking to its last dance
The ember glows with a riverflow of memories
A strong mist presence colonizes my eyes
Visions of the past blurring into a mirage.
My engine comes to life as I unlock the garage door
Recovering from wounds of pain,
The wheels to my car start beeping on the tarmac like a hospital monitor
Little care given to anything else
But just speed to gain
Hoping the glow would smoulder into a new flame.
-redART by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.