ode to lovers iv

Posted on in My Creative Content, Poetry

there are two drunkards arguing over God knows what by the corner,
ahead of me, two young girls, bent over with their kiondos like two miniature grandmothers
six boys about the age of my younger brother, watch music videos off a TV on display in a small electronics shop,

there’s the buzz of boda bodas and the hum of market activity all round
and walking home under a blue sky and a gentle late afternoon sun
the world seems quiet and good and beautiful

except without the promise of a You to come home to,
my feet have nowhere to rush to
and everything is grey – everything.

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