If, by the mere sight,
Or, seeing, your thoughts;
If the image of me
Cause you pain
Like a dagger in
Your heart;

If the words you spoke
That special evening and
Through the later years;
Like a bird on a branch,
On your heart were
Merely perched;

If the radiance in your eyes
The smile on your face
Were all one
Big lie,
Seasoned to make me
Happy and hopeful;

If what I said and did,
That were all from the heart,
No impression left
On your heart; and
Like the footsteps of the wind
Left you feeling empty
Then all is in vain;

Do not linger,
Make your exit clear;
No sign of your being here.
©Alexandra Kukunda 1995 (unpublished)


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