Once, lived a man by the river.

On the eastern fringes of our village

He kept to himself.

Lived in seclusion.

Wandering eyes fixed with curiosity,

dry with suspicion,

itching to sight

His existence, elusive to all

An orator of village rituals

A narrator of human stories

An invoker of forgotten histories

Yet, his life of SERVITUDE, SOLIDIFIED his SOLITUDE.

His EMERGENCE, MAGNIFIED their MADNESS.

A foot ahead of another, he strode with purpose.

Throughout the years I’ve wondered about his name

“What’s in a name?”, many have pondered.

I would later learn that his name was GOODBYE!

Emboldening us to lament,

A journey culminated.

A chapter that has closed

A page that has ended

Inside a book of,

Life.

~Ntokozo G ~