Shaking His Picture
I shook his picture
As if it would say am sorry
I did not mean it.
I dropped it on the chair and
Stared deeply into his blissful eyes
As if he would say please forgive me
I did not mean to hurt you
I couldn’t break the picture
Though I wished it would break
I put my hand through my long shiny weave
I wanted to pull it off
So I simply got the scissors and
Cut it all off to lose recognition
A new hairstyle would do me good,
I said to myself.
I tried to remember every word he said
But the conversation didn’t make any sense
I got the picture again and said;
You you you wish you were far from me
You wish I was not anywhere near you
Because I want to kill you
I want to put a slap across your handsome face
So that you and I will never be friends again
Iam not a liar
I am not a cheat
But you you you lied about everything
Where are you now
Where are you?
You have gone with the wind
Disappeared without a trace
The world has swallowed you
And the love we had together with you
Lost forever because you lied.
Copyright © Joyce Wolayo | Year Posted 2015
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