Insight of a Kenyan Girl

Tell me it isn’t true.
Tell me you’ll come back.
I watched our favorite song today,
but no tears would fall—no matter how much I willed them to.

I have so many questions.
Was it fate, or was it karma?
Didn’t you once say we could change destiny?
Then why did you break ours?

The red thread that bound our souls together—
why did you cut it without warning?
I remember your pain more than your laughter,
the days you fell in love with flowers,
only for them to wither the moment they bloomed—just like you.

I wanted to visit… or will you visit me in my dreams?

It feels like the world has forgotten you,
maybe because I wear your face.
But I wish you hadn’t left it behind,
because every time I see my reflection, I see only you.

I still hold on to your broken, ugly mirror.
Did you leave it for comfort?
Then why does it weigh heavier each day?
Even she sometimes calls me by your name,
never noticing that you’re no longer here.

I have become you in ways I never asked for.
I am still growing, but without you, my heart aches.
How are you up there? Do you miss me?
Is it better than here?

I write letters filled with your name,
but distance is cruel—deep, shallow, near, far.
The wishes of the heart go unheard,
and the knot inside me will never untie.

Forced separation, unfulfilled promises,
endless nights haunted by your memory.
Years pass, but sorrow lingers—
I drown in dreams and wake up lost.

Time is fleeting, but longing knows no limits.
Hatred and love blur like shadows in my mind.
In my dreams, your beautiful smile is a distant star,
and you left before the ink on your last words had dried.

I feel small, alone—just the aftertaste of wine remains.
I still wish for a world where it was just the two of us,
but maybe that was always just a dream.