Young Love
He was gentle and soft
Like leaf painted fig tree
He wore patience like a coat of honor
Careful not spill words lest he hurt a heart vulnerable
My first lover on Earth
Graced me like i was cup or glass
Tilted at the side of the table
Like an egg lifted off of the tray
And yet, i oh the unthankful!
Pushed stones and rocks and caused hurt
Painted broken pictures of what 'Us' would be
Stabbed him with words
Who walked away from me
Like swords drawn from an angry commander i..
I was still talking, hundreds of phrases spilling from my mouth
Like an angry psycho maniac
I could calculate all the things i said down to zero
But who is keeping count?
then days past, after other days
days past... like passing winds and written stories
the stories of 'Us' was a Cliche
And it never rained
i was choking into the dryness of the air
warm as the coal from the mines
It never rained and i could feel draught land on ma home grounds
lacerated by the unquenchable thirst of what you used to do
do make me feel...
My heart still holds tender the memories
Yet months pass when the two unraveled epics
would never be told
we hold still in silence
i never knew you.... you never knew me
then months found their way into months
and years their way into years
And yet today i have been reminded
Of High School memories
When a young woman found no pride in love
And no shame in words of the epitome of her heart
I have been reminded to mend the broken strings
To make right my wrongs
And if it fits the purpose
i will lift my feet to find him
hmm... fear takes over
and i hesitate
do wish me luck
Copyright © Eclidah Sema | Year Posted 2015
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