Grey days ahead; the bag is on my back.
Uncertain stares; strange, distant, blank?
Always with you I did not know what to do,
But I won’t turn around- a pillar of salt for you.
The wind from the past blow again, rewinding
This taped record of lost love- hurting, halting
My feet for a little while, just a minute or two,
Though I won’t turn around- a pillar of salt for you.
I am not alone- hear the debris breathe,
Then- gasp- grasp, as I cross the bridge.
Carcasses behind, nothing to go back to,
Now I can’t turn around- a pillar of salt for you.
Geoffrey Ngoima Ndegwa
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