on the cold side of you

A Poem

By Joshua Nkwana

I hold onto prayers
that lingers on the neck of your room
my heart squeeze you into a memory
I cannot bring into textures

I saw you rumbling on the chest of your bed
death stood in tears in my eyes
begging you to leave to a place unknown
to existence

dearly father;
I cannot stand the teeth of your grave
or the hymns that only sings of journeys unknown
in my presence,
do live as much as I can live.