An old dark room

Still….silence stretches like the joburg’s’ sky

Moving up and down her walls

Creatures have made their home….

These walls once stood with pride

Sheltering her love from coldly mornings and dark nights

But now, loud with silence.

She is ancient, a house full of tales

When her windows were once opened wide

Allowing the sun to shine her beauty out

When every touch meant a million more

And the wind between us would brizly dance to the song of our love

Quite like a motion of an African womans’ walk.

These were the days when the man’s eyes looked and the heart yield for more…..

You practically owned her so well

She almost forgot you were a visitor…..

Irony, she cried herself to sleep looking at your caller ID

She can’t call you anymore

You might bring your children, tears and bullsh*t

We both too proud to agree they have always slept in our bed

And alone she is left to nurse them…..

You have rushed pass through me!

Like ruining water heading to the ocean

I still have drops of you in me

But this land is dry

And maybe if i didn’t get so used to this wetness

I would survive this dry conditions.

Alone in this old dark room

I am reminded of the days when what we loved was the loudest roar in the jungle

That birds fled with fear…..

Those days passed with laughter in our chests

No creature ever crossed our territory

Our bond was strong!

We were firm on our words

I thought this was home!

We were meant to stay…..