Not enough

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Not enough words.
Or tears. Or speech.
Or worlds to heal the bleed we now stitch.

Not enough time. Not enough songs.
Or sighs. Or cries.
Or shoulders to drench for a loss we’d never see — coming.

My friend, the one I never met.
The one whose songs I heard all day.
Whose life and purpose many tried to best.
Loving and human, all the way.

Now here, while you sleep.
We wonder why you now rest in peace.
Must be a dream, a vision.
‘This will end’, we wish to sing.

But youre gone, from us.
You leave many a heart changed.
You taught and loved and lived and laughed.
You swam and walked and rode and clapped.

My friend, the one I never met.
The one whose smile is all I have left.
We loved you, while you were here.
We won’t stop now that we know you’re there.

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Cameroonian writer and video creator. Featured in LEVEL and P.S. I Love You. I write about building relationships and personal transformation.

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