Just Say The Word

by Rapando 10 years ago 👁 5,980 views ❤ 138
Evening, after the sun set, and after dinner was over,

My eyes caught you in your evening glamour,

That black dress on your brown flawless skin,

That necklace that reflected light and blinded my eyes with a longing for you.

I just stared, for a moment I thought I saw my future,

dotted with chuckles and cuddles and happy moments,

I made a move, I passed others and said 'Hi too' almost subconsiously,

To you I moved closer, an inch from you is the greatest distance I wanted to be.

You gave me a smile and I didn't hesitate,

I told you what my heart and mind housed for you,

I bet you have heard that from many a man, a beauty like you has.

You just smiled and said, 'Expect my call'.



Monday



You didn't answer my goodnight text, and I slept with a smile on my face,

for seeing you brought that light feeling in my chest and an adrenaline rush.

My heart wore a frown though, for I expected your call with just one message,

That you loved me, and wanted me, even half as much I do you.

Morning, noon, evening, then my phone rang; a call from you

I pounced on it like it owed me my whole life.

Then, panic! It wasn't you, and I ran to the hospital...



Tuesday



I see you lying there, still as the sky and all that moves is your chest,

Behind you are machines that I'm told support your very life,

Beeping like they are your real heartbeat, water hanging above your head,

The doctor said you are in a comma,

I asked when I should expect you back, and he just looked at me,

'It can me a day or even ten years',

My heart sank, but I made a promise, a target,

The longest I would wait for you would be the rest of my life.



Wednesday



I can see flowers and cards, people wish well for you, and so do I,

I am standing so close to you, but yet so far,

memories from Sunday and back come rushing back to my heart,

I gently touch your hand, careful not to remove the needle that gives you blood,

I was asked to donate blood for you yesterday,

I give you my love freely, what is greater than love then?

I look at your calm face, I don't know if you can dream in a comma,

but if you ever have a dream, let it not be a nightmare,

I don't pray that you dream of me, dream of love,

wake up and let me make that dream a happy reality.



Thursday



I have come to see you again, this time with your sister Scarlet,

she was all broken with a fountain of tears right behind her eyeballs,

we called your home and held a prayer session for you,

she says she misses you now more than ever,

in my conversation with her I got to know a part of you I never knew,

she actually regards you as her second mother,

and in her life you are that one sibling she would always wish for.

We look at you, and I comfort her that it will be OK.

I wish, just like her, that what I say happens sooner than when it plans to.

I wish that you wake up, even for a moment, and tell me you love me too,

I wish that time could go back, and you evade the comma,

I wish that life itself shows you mercy,

I wish that even if you don't not love me back, you come to, I'd love that too.

I wish...



Friday



I am awoken by a faint call of my name,

I sit up, Oh! I slept on the visitor's couch in her ward,

right next to her bed.

The last thing I remember is Scarlet going and me insisting on staying a little longer

I look up and my reflex pulls my legs straight,

Its her, she has come to. I am tempted to call the doctor,

but I opt to listen to her. I move closer,

She says 'thank you Sam, very much', 'You are welcome', I say back,

In a moment I look into her eyes, though weak,

I see a will, a will to live as much as I have a will to love,

I see a pair of black and white eyes that hold more than just sight,

they house a trap for my life too, and I am willing to be a captive,

I hold her hand, warmer than yesterday now, and assure her of everything being alright.

She smiles and closes her eyes, the machine doesn't beep continuously as in movies,

so I know its alright, she sleeps, and my hand sleeps in hers.



Saturday



I carry a surprise git for her, and she too has a surprise for me, a better one.
R
A poet by passion.

Comments (15)

  • Leah 10 years ago
    Beautiful:)
  • Sam 10 years ago
    Thanks 😊
  • Mariam 10 years ago
    Amazing!
  • Sam 10 years ago
    Thanks 😀
  • Priscy 10 years ago
    Wonderful★..!!!
  • Sam 10 years ago
    Haha thanks
  • Anonymous 10 years ago
    Wow..I like it.
  • Sarah 10 years ago
    Nice read😉
  • Shillah 10 years ago
    Ooo suumm
  • Sam 10 years ago
    Thanks S n S
  • Anonymous 10 years ago
    I love it
  • Winnie 10 years ago
    I love it
  • Hellen 10 years ago
    Woooooow
  • Newton 9 years ago
    Awesome..
  • Norbert Ochola 9 years ago
    Waah...suspense....I wad not expecting that end