'September Memories' by Gloria Fajimolu

He kissed me on the forehead and told me he was going,

But deep down inside I was good without knowing,

I looked out the window as he walked down the street,

Then he turned around and smiled with his teeth,

As soon as he turned around and gave me that grin,

I saw his life line becoming so thin,

I tired to warn him there was a truck within the mile,

But he couldn't hear me, he thought I was playing like a child,

The truck came near and took him away,

He died and left my heart in sorrow and pain,

Every time I think of that very September,

How I wish it was a day I would never remember.

Gloria Fajimoluis a  Nigerian-American poet, spoken words writer and a presenter.

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