another piece that i wrote with Ngawa Ntazi : I stood in the doorway and looked at her as she got ready for bed.. I watched as she wiped the make up off her face... Slowly she used the wet face towel to remove her make up to reveal the face i loved. Natural beauty at its best... I watched as her hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and bare back... Her skin smooth as ever, her beauty reflected by the mirror in front of her.... I watch as she takes a string and ties her hair into a bun...she opens the drawer infront of her and takes off her jewelry one by one.. Her bracelets first then her necklace and finally her wedding ring... She looks at it in deep thought and places in by her heart... I see through the mirror as a tear forms in her eye and rolls down her cheek.. I stay in my position...in the doorway, unable to move, unable to reach out to her and wipe the tear out of her eye, tell her it will be fine,... Am nothing but a memory to her, a man she had married but now is no more...i was a part of her, me and her were one, inseparable but now we are two different bodies, one living and one dead, i wonder if she ever misses the little kisses i gave her, the hugs from behind that i gave her, the laughs we shared, the joys we shared as well as the lows...... I wonder if she ever misses the warmth of my breath, the warmth of my body... I wonder if she ever does @Ngawa Ntazi: I stare at my face in the mirror.I stare too long and I know my hopes of seeing him are insane,his out of this world.selfish him living me to be a man to myself.intuition of him with me in spirit is as good as my imagination vague..does he see me from the dead,my better have he should have stayed with better breath not death anything but death..Now memories just lay in the past with no hopes for the future,my wedding ring just reminds me of the widow I am,wife to a dead man,a man whose now a cold breathless corpse..these tears are now suppose to dry but then I stand up,still used to his hugs,each time he hugged me from behind and I would smile to me and bless the day I met him.the kisses he gave me each time he stared at me and called me beautiful now thats just a memory.The piller of my strength now killer of the joy I once had and I wonder if hes spirit ever watches over me
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 08:28:17 +0000
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