Overview
A widower regrets not opening up to his deceased wife because he thought she'd be alive forever. Now that she is dead, the widower is in deep regret.
A new day came to a start,
He thought of how she was a work of art,
And she put her hands on her beating heart,
He felt like her Moses,
Her soul felt like a bed of roses,
This lovely feeling couldn't risk being miscarried,
She was getting married,
Over his features, a shadow began to cast,
She was divorcing her past,
His shield of armor began to rust,
Loneliness was crawling outside her heart,
His thoughts raced at the speed of a beating heart,
The happiness felt so true,
She could smell the rain,
His eyes became immune to looking at the sun,
She could touch and poke the sun,
She could walk on water,
His flu had caught her,
She felt worthy as life had taught her,
He recalled his dream,
The lights inside his eye sockets became dim,
He wished he had told her,
Before the ages had caught her.
WRITER: TENGO
BY:Stephen Teng'o.
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