When I Am Tired Of Wishing Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When I am tired of wishing,
I will hold your picture,
up in my mind.

I will remember when you were well,
and you called to me from afar,
And beckoned me to come to you.

I will wish you out of this bed,
walking like before you fell sick.

I will go back to places where we walked,
and remember you yelling on escalators.


I will tell the world you were for me,
the person who could never die.

For your passing would leave me nowhere.
I fear it now and know I am tired of wishing.

You do not move your limbs for me,
yet you wink when I call you.

I know you hear me, now I say these words,
for you to know I am not tired of wishing.