They crave for eachother yet they are separated by pride, <br />A simple phone call could bring them together but <br />Their pride prevents either from lifting that phones cradle, <br />They feign not to notice their hearts evanescence away, <br />They smile at reflections that nolonger smile back in those mirrors, <br />They hold in their lachrymose everytime one is with another, <br />And live the rest of their lives pretending to have moved on.<br /><br />Isunge Mwangase<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separated-by-pride/
