"I AM A LOVER NOT A POET!"

"Flowers don't grow..."
"Flowers don't grow the same..."
"Flowers don't grow the same since..."
"Flowers don't grow the same since you been gone..."

"Grow? Or Glow?Haha!" He laughs at his stupid attempt and choke from an acute longing...

She used to make songs that would bring tears to his eyes
She used to write poems that would bring his heart on its knees.

"When I broke down,her words would build me up and make me whole."
"When I strayed,her poetry would light my path back home."

"Flowers don't glow...'
"Flowers don't glow,grow,grow...?!"

"I am a lover not a poet!" He groans. "And even that," he whispers right before he falls on her grave "I learnt from your (he)art."

©Peninnah Ng'ang'a
2016.