What are the Odds

That I'd meet the same heart,
Beat of the same soul,
Being on the same path,
Way to the same thought...

When you said you want to sleep with me,
I heard you say you want to be with me,
In ways not known to most,
Beyond the conscious meeting,
Of body and mind.

6:36am

I Am Not Ashamed Of My Tears

They tell of the way
My heart clenches
Painfully aching
At the thought that you left, Nzalu
You really did leave
This has not been a bad dream
This is the truth
This is real
One year reeling
Without you.

They tell of the way
My forehead heats up
And my eyes turn red
Falling
At the memory
Of walking to you,
Looking as you smiled
That half smile that was so you
And asking God silently
To bring you back,
Because this is a lie!

They tell of the way
They puddled on my pillow
Night after night
Silently flowing
To the pain of each heartbeat
Floating through the days
Everything in slow motion
Like a distant scene
Of a slow and silent movie
A horror movie
With no sound

They tell of the way
My soul wraps arms around me
Rocking to the pain
Coursing through me
Feel the pain
Feel the pain
There is no way out
But through the pain... I read
Feel the pain.

Let them mark their way 

Hot and swift down my face
Puddle at my chin
Clump up my lashes,
Blur my sight
As I hold you
Call you
Disbelieving.
Asking God for a miracle...
Feel the pain
Feel the pain
There is no way out
But through the heartache...I read
Feel the pain.

They tell of the way
Time does not heal
The ache is real
The memory remains vivid
Every minute
Every touch
Every thing
The pain is real
There is no way out
But through the pain...
Feel the pain
Feel the pain.

They tell of the way
My spirit knows
With every one
Every ache
Every pang
That through it all
The Almighty knew
And He watched
And said that this is just for a while
Because eternity is ours
To have you for ever
And ever
Amen.

21 May 2020

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I write...

  

For reasons mostly...

For experiences.

For pain.

For hurt.

For tears.

For excitement.

If you know me, you know me...

It is two weeks to the end of the year 2019

And,
Thus far the Lord has brought us.

I fight feelings of distress,
As I think of leaving behind the year
And the most traumatic happening of my year;
Loosing you.

I remember you...

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

I remember you...

I remember you.
I loved you so much.
Yours was a ready smile, dimpled cheeks, 

lovely teeth on a chocolate coloured face.
I remember the smile.
You loved me, you were my friend, 

you were everybody's friend.