If I Don’t Make It, I Love You

If I don’t make it,
I love you.
Two sentences,
Eight words
Yet they represent a blur
Two worlds apart.
My chest feels stuffy
Breathing is a heavy chore.
Till when do we have to endure all these?
Somebody’s father.
Somebody’s son.
Somebody’s brother
Somebody’s uncle.
No matter who they are, they must’ve meant something to someone.
Lives are stuffed out,
The way you force out
Toothpaste from a dry container.
Today, that person has killed this person.
Nestled under our roofs
And minding our own business
Is no longer an assurance for safety.
Tender walks the hooded ones
Who come to demand for treasure they did not keep.
Taking a life or more,
If they fail to receive it.
Heading out to the market
Or to the shop nearby
Or even making my way to school
I might get struck
Or even hijacked,
A ransom on my head.
Poor father and mother,
A meal is already hard enough
Where will the millions come from?
If I don’t make it,
I love you
Sounds better than “goodbye”
Because goodbye gives false hope,
it hurts more if you don’t return.
If I don’t make it
I love you.
It’s as easy as an honest goodbye.
For everyday is a struggle
Today’s survivor might be tomorrow’s victim.
“If I don’t make it, I love you”

4 thoughts on “If I Don’t Make It, I Love You

  1. I love this ,so subtle,so brilliant!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A classic poem on the tragedy that defines the circumstance and challenges of life today in certain parts of the world. A thoughtful composition worthy of a standing ovation. Great work Hayatee.

    Liked by 1 person

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