when you left.

When you made up your mind;

that chilly morning,

you bed me goodbye-

albeit the piercing drizzle.

My plea couldn't salvage you from the sharp, razor breeze,

and in fright of losing a black Pearl, I dashed after you-

only to be cuddled by utter numbness.

At your nose-height, you peeped back in disguise.

Like a serpent, you had chosen-

along a cutting-trap to die bleeding.

Frozen I was,

when I saw you socked in your red of a split body.

Had I seen the trap;

I'd have warned you,

but loathsome as you were,

could you have listened?

Bunguswa Writes.