They crave for eachother yet they are separated by pride,
A simple phone call could bring them together but
Their pride prevents either from lifting that phones cradle,
They feign not to notice their hearts evanescence away,
They smile at reflections that nolonger smile back in those mirrors,
They hold in their lachrymose everytime one is with another,
And live the rest of their lives pretending to have moved on.
Isunge Mwangase
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separated-by-pride/
