I count the friends I’ve lost
In parting ways to different places
I count friends who’ve lost me
It’s one and the same.
I’ve met friends who are strangers
Strangers who could be friends
With my lips glued at hello
Appearing deaf in their thoughts.
I remember faces of friends I’ve lost
Words they said without saying
Laughters they laughed like crazed lunatics
I remember when I think of them.
I forget faces of strangers I met
But I remember their face’s silences
And the shrug of their sunken shoulders
I forget strangers who could be my friends.
Kabwere
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