Dear History,
Now that you are gone,
I must speak my mind because when we were together,
I thought more with my heart than with my brain. I didn't do it because I was afraid of you,
But the truth is,
I was obsessed with you.

Am not a hypocrite to speak ill of you, not that you were all holy,
But I too, have my weaknesses. Time spent together was like a blossoming flower that is beautiful to most eyes but thorny and yet, many envied to pluck it out.

Am glad, you are gone with joy and love, and in your place,
the never absent Present is here.
Heart wrapped regards.

Sincerely yours,
Geoffrey Kumakech.

© Geoffrey K