17:33, Monday evening.
It was a death anniversary, one I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

Watching her lay numb on the floor with a bottle of poison on her hand.

I could see all the pain I have put her poor soul to through her brown eyes.

Her lips which always said sweet words, and prayers now looked pair like a washed out pair of black jeans.

I lost count of how many times I begged her heart to beat for a sec, it was the same heart I played with.

Now I can only think back to the things I could have done better, of the IFs and BUTs that were gone.

If only my love was perfect, more importantly if only I didn’t come into her life.

Maybe, just maybe she could have been somewhere staying pretty, and happy or maybe not.

© Obike MJ
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