I miss her most miserably.
No more Jemila to steal looks at
nor stare and drink in her fresh beauty;
holding an imaginary brush
to etch a sketch of her fine features in me
as she squints at the papers on her desk,
sorting assigned tasks that may not be timely done.
The shine she exudes lighted all.
But the brilliance once mine now fades fast
and gloom regains conquest hungrily.
Time returned to once known painful bore,
life becoming devoid of meaning I recently held.
Eventually, her joy I once enjoyed
became my return ticket to zombie land.
As her departure drew closer
I drew back into my shell,
where her mirth had found and drawn me out.
Only my mind and soul knew what I was going through,
and nothing could soothe their grief
even as they sought distractions away from my crush
to fill that killing emptiness of her absence.
They did everything for my cheer
but Facebook, Google, Twitter, and all
lacked the humor and tinkling of her laughter
which rings out clear like scattering rain in sunshine:
the first thing that piqued my interest when she first came,
and drew me out to behold the sheer liveliness of that liberty,
so unusual in the coldness of the four walls I ‘dwerk’.
Her aura infected everything,
turning the nine hours of some to a twinkle of an eye
and my 24/7 labor bearable.
Rainbow hues from her silky smiles
bathes even the tomb with lightened songs,
evoking hope in the weary
and urging on to more exploits.
She lifted the mood of my abode:
the office where I slaved night and day.
Invincible and neglected,
yet laboring for a success
for which I scarcely get the credit.
Ooooh, that I may earn her as my wage
and she won’t go away after all.
I lived for her jokes
and had even learned to laugh again,
tickling her with my feathers:
my gratitude for her tenderness.
But the Boss moved away my treasure.
Now, I just breathe, facing the stark reality
that Jemila is gone, Camilla beyond my reach!