AAwuroshi'ye poetry

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Gone but not foregone

They say true friendship is a ghost, for its spirit never dies. Pure like a glass full of spring, and its feeling, like life could not be more divine. This philosophy was too good to be true for Me, until Katsina took You away from Me, Ummi.

My ego poisoned the beginning of Our friendship, but as days bled into months, and the sky changed and the wind blew and the rain fell and in You I found a Friend. Ummi, the definition of humility, and generosity and beauty.

Your face is full moon, for with no mary k, yet it glows. Indeed a work of art to behold. Oh! But there was dust in My eyes back then. You are gone, but Your voices in the wind give Me an undying hope for a snack of You, with a gobbling kind eye some day. Gone, but neither forgotten nor foregone.

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