If you’re reading this, it’s over

I cannot deny that your eyes
strip me of all that makes me wise
daily, before death at night
i try to put up a fight
to be all you want; do you do likewise?

no. so don’t look out your window, I’m gone
my heart is a careless widow, it’s done
i learnt to carefully sieve
all the pain, i forgive
with you was darkness, I’ve found the sun

Tomide Abdul