poetry

Gray November

I've been down since July

Motion capture

Put me in a bad light

And I was catching my breath

Staring out an open window

Catching my death

And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be for

Maybe  one  day and  on  this  one  day, I’ll  sit  down  with  God.

I’ll  have  tea  and  biscuits, and  he’ll  dim  down  the  5  p.m.  sun. We’ll  go  over  these  words, to  see  what  else  is  needed.

“Honey,  for  the  tea?”  He’ll  ask.

And  I’ll  revisit  all  my  scars  without  tears  to  say,  “Yes,  please!”

Bubblegum wide-eyed dreamers Painting the sun June and a swirly lollipop. Sticky sweet full of grammatical boo-boos letters, Red heart-shaped sign-offs And see you the soonest.

But where do darlings go? The first of firsts. The last of firsts.

Summer comes and, 'I'm moving away.' Up-sets us far away, sunbeam-borne away, A fall away. Unpinned by google maps― Those soul-rupturing, toasty brown eyes Easing my frown lines―it's now was. Damn! I'm spent of wishes to call you darling again.

Do you keep count of the lost summers between us? The dimmed sun that ushered you off once. Does your bucket list now brim with harvested shooting stars Or gave them all up to Venus in jars? After all, we were simple children―

And where we let go, over and again Until no more can I put a face to pen.

Summer comes and, 'I'm moving away.' Up-sets us far away, sunbeam-borne away, A fall away. The rear of our story has haunted this far, Colored monochrome, Nostalgia trotted home, By black ink on a white page.

Now, an everlasting of a moment in time Slipped into hearts of a similar rhyme;

Everlasting of you and I.

I crossed the ocean

@misplacednotes // wanjiku wanjiru