Will I Miss You? Poem by Eric Lungai

When you say you’re leaving
Lying prostrate on your deathbed
Do you think I will miss you?
When you have scampered me,
Teased and exhausted my resources?

And when you cry for freedom,
Freedom from fugitive
After attending those chama meetings,
Don’t you realize I long for your exit
So that I may find my own freedom to explore?

These desperate children you’ve sired,
Will they miss being pestered
By your emotional outbursts
When you released your rage on them?

I wonder who duped you
In that meeting of yesterday.
I wonder why you’ve not seen
The momentous moments we had
For the past two years,
That you call torturous.

I will miss your nagging
And not necessarily your love.
You can liberate yourself from these chains,
From my gripe grip.
And when you find that freedom,
Don’t call me as I won’t miss you!