That call last night Or rather, This morning, Reminded me of three things, I am most times selfish I didnt how to love you when you needed me to I didnt even try But, I will not dwell It is also selfish To crucify myself To suffocate myself You are happy We are a yesterday Our bodies will forget Our skins already understand Life has happened You are happy We Like this poem end here. I will never call again. This is not anger. This is letting go. You are happy. Naledi Raba
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 15:32:32 +0000
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