When I'M Gone

Poem By chisomo kumwanje

When my time comes
An angel will appear on my bed
And fool around
He will take with him
My last living breath
When I am no more
The day will come indeed
When they will lay me down
And lower my body in the ground
For the last time you will see me
Then we will be separated by the mounds
And the boundaries of the graveyard
Our hearts will never be together again
Heart and soul will strive to unite us
But in their union
Will never bring our physical togetherness
I know you will be mad
You will spit on the graveyard
You will hate the graveyard
You will curse the graveyard
You will even curse death
But to no avail
I will still be a dead man
I will be gone
Forever gone

Unlike me
I will strive hard to make ends meet
Not in this lifetime
But in the afterlife
I will be visiting you
I will sing sweet poetry to your mute ears
I will dress your heart with sweet touching music
I will beautify your days
You will feel me in everything
Loneliness will never dwell in your heart

When I am gone
You will remember those good times
In Zomba at botanic gardens
Listening together to one ear-phone
In Mangochi at sun ‘n' sand
Playing with the sand
You will love me so much though
You will call my name in the rain
Even those arms will long to embrace me again
Trust me my love for you will never die
Not even with a natural death
My love for you will live
To your lasting days and in the afterlife
My love can only die of blindness, betrayals and errors
It can only die of illness and wounds
But without all these
My love for you will remain solid as a rock
And I will wait for you in the afterlife
Till your time comes.....
Then, I will welcome you so lovely
On my well decorated bed of roses

When I am gone
I will be no more
Alot will change in your life
But I assure you
I will be protecting you
I will be guarding you like a guardian angel
When I am gone
You will feel that the life we had was too short
But yet more beautiful…………………

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