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.
She grabs your hand and drags you along
“Come and follow me!”
Her face adorned with a grand smile that usually brings her fame
They both enjoy the journey so much
They Both forget where they are going to in the first place
Will it be disruptive if he asked where they going to?
No seriously brother, do you remember where the final point is?
Time is most definitely not waiting for any man let alone the two of them.
The bus stops for no one on the highway, let alone for the two of them.
What must happen then?
When does it even end?
These questions draw no responses especially from the two of them.
-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.