Treasure Island

Eric Lungai

(Kenya)

Clinging Memories


Teach me again
How to sleep facing the wall,
How to put on again,
Burdening pyjamas at night;
And waking up clutching tight to a pillow,
As if that is the lone right.

Come back and coach me,
How to be alone;
How to eat at the cold hearth,
And bathe in the murk,
How to cope with your wraith;
Missing the tepid kisses and embrace

These clinging memories
Come in leaps and bounds
And totally truss theories
Of that florid fond past.

Oh, my long lost love,
Why did we instigate
This odious journey that mired;
An expedition only planned
Then abandoned by the harbour?

Come hastily, and expunge
These clinging memories
That haunts my love life
And abhors any slight chance
Of another absolute life

Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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