I toss around in bed. My beddings surround
I have not slept. The walls sneer at me
The bed haunts and mock me
Haunting memories of
Night and time spent
A time when two hearts
Two hearts become one
But only one moment which
Is gone in a split of minutes
If the walls could talk they
Would remind me where it all started. The bed too has
Traveled this journey.
A journey of two hearts that
Beat as one. But they can’t be one always. The hearts
Have to contend and yearn
Poem by: Wairimu Karongo