ukuhamba ukubona

These are the flowers sent to my house

To be put on my grave

Those same flowers

I devoured 

When I wasn't full off of your empty promises

You knew the circumference of my grave

That's why you gave me a bunch

Pink Tulips that blush. 

Death does not seek me now

I've worn her crown

Passed it down

Where others have accepted it 

to the underground

However, 

I now understand that there will be many other moonlit nights

Many other tastes and delights