My sister met a man and they broke up after four years of being together, two weeks after their anniversary. She was always telling me stories of how much she felt like everyday was a new day with him. She did not know him and him her.


Nice to meet you

I'm staring ahead at the wall,
You read your paper in silence
Does it matter that you're here with me?
The only difference my presence makes
Is your death; every time i allow myself a breath

I throw the sheets to one side
and I'm staring out the window
wishing I could see through you this clearly.
But I drown in sorrow
As your silent yells take my breeze

Is this a fever inside me?
Because your tongue always gives me chills
Should I let my thoughts accompany me?
Or should I listen to your weeks' rehearsal of lies.

Before us is a cake with four candles;
we just made four years.
'Hello its nice to meet you' ,
Once again after fours years.




Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2016-01-19 at 20:22

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Deeps
silent yells!!!
potent imagery. re read many times.
nice to read it.
2016-01-20