What if death wanted to say good night too
What if he tried and failed every time
With the hopes that
One day his touch won’t turn her cold and blue
That she would wake up in the morn’ and smile
Have a good day and come back
Maybe say good night to him too
Maybe death just wanted to touch
And know that his touch didn’t give
Transitional goosebumps but left a smile
On her face for once
So that he would boast
But to who?
Or at least enjoy the thought that
She would not feel the cold of
His loving presence
Or decide to leave the earth at the sight of
His smiling face
Maybe that’s why he hid under her bed
In the crevices of the wall
At the corner of her room
And outside her window
To whisper his good night
And touch her again one last time
Winniefred F Gbemuotor
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