Though we may be husband and wife in name,
I know that things never will be the same.
After the day you packed your bags and left
without even breathing a word to me.
You just walked out, leaving my heart bereft
with pain and hate at what you did to me.
A week later, you came back home again.
I thought we had a chance to mend the cracks
which are so wide that I can feel the strain.
But you refused to get on the same track.
Our eyes may meet but we don’t talk at all.
If you don’t want to talk, it’s fine with me.
Why should I make peace and knock down those walls?
There will not be sunshine after the rain.

Lionel L
(12 Jun 1998)

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The clean river now starts to pick up dirt,
garbage, refuse and all in its own bed.
Laden with filth combined which forms a throng,
it finds it hard to breathe and move along.
After certain journeys, change takes its place.
It all must start when we grow up as men.
Like the river, we start to turn dirty.
Turning the life I knew into a race,
where plots coupled with scams live in a den;
when words don’t mean the words I knew before.
After evil thoughts start to taint the minds,
we learn to steal and hurt, then cheat and lie.
We are masters governed by ill intents
bursting its banks only when we all die.

Lionel L
(11 Jun 1998)

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When the river starts its flow, it is clean.
Pristine and clear, one look reveals it all.
No filth or dirt allowed to turn it mean,
pollute its streams nor force them all to stall.
Knowing not what is good or bad, it flows.
Flowing slowly, smoothly along, you know,
with its waters so white, gentle and calm.
Life is the same I think when we first start.
Knowing little, we jump when we see snow.
And cry for days when friends and friends must part.
We must have asked why stars can shine so bright
or why planes, like birds can always take flight.
Those were the good old days I knew before.
Life was a breeze, carefree, simple just then.

Lionel L
(11 Jun 1998)

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Having arrived at the crossroads of life,
thinking whether or not to be your wife.
It’s not easy to say just yes or no.
Marriage is too sacred to play the fool.
I’ve seen my friends divorce after a year
which seeks to prove marriage is cause for fear.
But then again, it might not be so bad.
Think once again of all the joy we had.
Of how we first made love when you urged to.
You said no girl you knew could be this true.
Convinced of this, my heart now rules my mind
which packs me off to be a bride with pride.
Hours have passed, yet you still have not come,
knowing the womb inside me grows with time.

Lionel L
(03 Jun 1998)

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There are certain things in life I don’t know.
And one of them is when I should let go.
Most times I want something badly…it shows
never knowing at all why this is so.
Perhaps it is in me to own it all.
Both greed and pride coupled beckon and call
for me to cling onto the things I find,
never knowing if they are meant to be.
The price I pay for this is just too high.
Along the way I fall, grasping for things.
The pain I bear alone is proof to stop.
Now that you chose to leave, I can’t say no.
Don’t think that I will plead and beg you stay.
This time I know for sure I can let go.

Lionel L
(01 Jun 1998)

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