I guess I have stayed for far too long.

In dark somehow, I am not able to

Differentiate between a shadow.

As well a hand, holding out for help.

Maybe that’s why I am addicted to it.

So, don’t mind me.

Cause somehow even if I do try.

To speak you will listen but you.

Won’t hear because you are not here.

I am, alone.

So, keep on.

Nkanyiso D. Ngwane