Last Thoughts

Remind me what I do Remind me who I am

Remind me of all the times I said I could be and would be

Stuck on justifications that maybe I can

Remind me of why I try

Why I try to be

but can’t due to thoughts that linger in paths

that end in you asking me why I cry

Or maybe it’s just you thinking that I am who you aren’t And you are what I shouldn’t be

Desperately craving to be out of delusions so I shan’t.

it’s truly an absurd situation we all hope that at our funeral someone does at least cry

Mourn our very presence

grief stricken by their last encounter with us

for a brief moment your pain truly shows you cared

and that our relationship wasn’t a lie.

-Enathi Mbanga