Can you for once tell me
The unknown sphere you lose yourself to
Should I assume you are safe, maybe
Tell me, if it means flying, I will do

Your early morning noise
Was the only thing that gave me solace
The evening angry wrinkles of your face
Made you look nice like flowers in a vase

Now, that I don’t have an address
Can you just please call me back
Let’s just quarrel, and suppress my stress
Your silence is killing, am stuck

Come, let me apologize in the morning
For your silence is deafening

©Ayieko Jakoyo_2018
All rights reserved
Tuesday 4 December 2018
10:30AM E. A. T
Midnight Thought
Chuor Nyoremo


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