Two people separate

Two people separate where one
says that she’s met another man
and suddenly everything that we had is gone

and missing you my life is empty
while I am forced to move on
with your face in every other woman’s face that I see

but even worse my job is done, my contract ended
and according to the company
it could no longer be extended

and I am living in a country where the colour of skin
in times of affirmative action
becomes the deciding thing

to have a job or to be jobless,
where to find a permanent job is almost impossible
and the companies that contract temporary cares less.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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