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.




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