Ex Mr. X

It’s strange how life goes on

Am now turning word into English

Yesterday Mr. x was alive, flesh and blood

Now he’s only some ink on some paper, some pics on some album,

some gifts, some memories, some regrets

I dunno what Mr X family would think of me as apprentice turning Mr. X into words

But Mr. X in no longer Mr. X

In fact Mr. X is an ex Mr. X

He’s a number on a grave

He’s just a name, birth and death

I dunno what Mr. x Family would do

Since the date of his death precedes the date of his birth

He died 3 days before his birthday,

Celebrate then mourn, no maybe mourn and then celebrate

I know, I know I have to do with none,

Am to turn that into words

But the fact just marked me, me who am still asleep

I had that in mind for so long

I am like Mr. X, wish to die on the day I was born

So as I entered, I would leave!