Love is gone
Like autumn’s visit to a tree
Feelings ring through like a gong
on racers’ heel
Charred words
Rip off my smouldering tongue
As a leaf off a coal
Needless to say
the world has moved on
since madiba’s home call
Love is gone
Like autumn’s visit to a tree
Feelings ring through like a gong
on racers’ heel
Charred words
Rip off my smouldering tongue
As a leaf off a coal
Needless to say
the world has moved on
since madiba’s home call
Don’t get me started:
You know how insecure
I am in your arms
How lonely I become
In your presence
How far I go
At your touch
How I glow
By your side in the dark
How I need a redemption
From your addiction
How I need a space
Not scented with your smell
A food not mixed with your sweat
A life outside of your senses
An ‘us’ spelled without a ‘u’!
Ours was a life
A fleeting dream
A muffled scream
A doused fire
But our times
Were pure pleasure
A dream to relish
A bite to munch
A tune to hum
You are a memory
To keep and share
You are a song
To learn and teach
You are a vision
To see and show
You are a love lost
A battle drawn
A dark recess
But, a part of me still
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