You could have been
an ethiopian dream,
a greek ideology.
A concept so abstract
but yet so close,
i learnt it in geometry.
The absence of nothing
becoming something,
like zero
to one
or to five.
Why can't I keep you
out of my mind?
Created of the same caliber,
composed of identical
ectoplasmic matter.
we were made on a
sunday,
years apart.
in a mood for
blues.
your words carried
by a violinist ,
you begged me to stay,
you begged every girl on
the earth to stay.
I heard you left town.
I wanted to follow but
father declined.
Would you recognize me
if we met,
tempted to say again.
in my head
we've already
travelled my bedsheets,
danced to classical music barefooted,
baked chocolate brownies
in my studio apartment.
We had been to the markets,
a picture of you
in my garden.
Sadly you wouldn't remember me,
or remember the events
or the birthday cake i baked you.
To you,
this never happened.
You kissed her in front of me
She held on to you.
A part of me died
when you told her
you loved her
I had to break up with you,
i had to break up with air.
It's painfully hard
to leave someone
who wasn't even yours.
(But you were
mine.)
We were so similar,
a mirror image .
a reflection
of worlds
far apart.
I knew you well,
your character.
your favorite line.
And your mother's first name,
Gladys.
I was always drunk,
your voice
eased me
on bad days,
just like a glass of fine red wine,
Shishi ,
I cried with you
in every scene.
You felt like a part of me
But you'd never know
because my love can't pass the tv screen.
YOU ARE READING
honey coated nightmares
Poetryit tasted like butterflies the ice cubes floating in lemonade . I soaked the sun, making room for the moon. the stars twirled to your voice. Your velvety...
