In among all the beautiful stars up high, yours, I will always see brightest.
Tears of thoughts of you, still soak my cheeks, and pillows; my heart still breaks—
It shatters to memories, even though some things are final, like your departure.
I have a son now—if you could see him! Do you? Wherever you are?
I miss you. I miss our talks, our walks, your company and infectious smile…
I miss listening to you hum, or watching you cook; watching you live.
Sometimes I try to remember how you looked like—I always do, drowning.
But where are you? I don’t feel you with me…
I only still wish some endings were not so.
Perched on the cliffs of life, I watched hope break below.
I could just… let go, let death have its way. I did let go…
Within, I was gone, and there was no return that I knew.
I closed my eyes and let fate have its way; I grew
Tired of my hands sore, I would just… let go.
But then there was you, there was,
Perhaps, a chance to look at situations with fresh eyes, there was,
Perhaps, much bigger at stake than the life of a twenty-year old;
There was a generation to think about, a generation to mold…
You are my second chance and my life’s first choice.
I am soon to celebrate a year of a right choice;
I wish she could see you, hold you, and know you.
Perhaps, she sees you. She’ll know you. I hope she loves you!
I will make another version of the audio someday.
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.