It's been a long time i wrote a poem, and i didn't think i was going to write any soon, until two days ago i was informed about a dear colleague who's just passed away, after a terrible four-month-old struggle with an illness which became fatal, although it'd seemed at first curable, now i don't know if it's right to say this, but i think i was very lucky to have spoken with her on phone barely two or three weeks when i was told she had regained her health and buoyancy, but she had died shortly thereafter, in her early thirties, brilliant, pretty, promising, wickedly witty at times, and quite reserved on the whole.
i hope in reading the poem you would be able to catch a glimpse of who she was, and pray with me that she finds rest wherever she is at the moment.
For Sylvaline
Oct 31, 2011, Owerri
what remains now
death has erased life
is the memory
of your smile
you were not the type
that flashed teeth
like everyone
left many wondering
what mystery your lips held
you smiled but it was
the sun at the rim of dawn
many rarely noticed
it was in your eyes
mostly
like everyone
who flashed teeth
you were not the type
what mystery your lips held
left them wondering
they rarely noticed
the sun at the rim of dawn
you smiled but it was
in your eyes mostly
though the memory is what lingers
now
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