Dear Diane 1
In such occasions where the heart yearns
for your heat how would I recover the
sorrow, the pillow no longer drips with tears
it leaks the yeast of sadness
It drills with grills that has chilly taste of fist
The face I’ve came to known is
disappearing slowly dispersing drifting in a
shallow whipped stream strangely it
strangles the anger of hate I have to carry
that I couldn’t fight for you enough
I couldn’t hold my pinky promise
I couldn’t keep you, let along see you again
I’d wish death upon my dreadful drearily but
this light of your skin reminds me the moon
once covered the sun and all went dark
As little hope the was the fear that each
earth dwellers had was enough to confess
their sins
Since your last text purged my day
I hope the memories that we made
embrace the emotional route it straightened
because it was real not forgery
I somehow wish to stop whipping
I hope I start shifting just to let in the breeze
Your eyelids would forever impair my ability
Ashleigh Ngoqo
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