He used to ask intriguing questions.
I loved that about him because in so long I have had boys who don't match the way I think
He asked me what I wanted to be asked
He made me question things about what I liked. I wondered if I liked Benz or Audi more
In those moments I watched myself falling into the Hades of love
Allowing its doors to receive me fully
He said both my names at a go CarolBett. Like a string of words knit together to form a tapestry or even a lyric.
For once I believed I found a love that was genuine, generous and kind
A love that wasn't out of lust
To be in a "real relationship"
Gosh!! I liked that one
He made me want to be better not just for myself but most importantly for him( don't come at me 😂)
I wanted to dress better, to match up with the aura he carried
So I bought palazzos, dresses and mummy jeans
I wanted to be cooler
To know everything that was there to be known
I read more
I had to be more knowledgeable
I wanted to bask in his sweet embrace
I wanted to go to poetry events with just him
JUST HIM
In my head I didn't want to have someone else in a long time.
Allow me to tell you about his eyes,
The ones that peered into my soul when I looked at him,
Those very eyes reminded me of this book I read "On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous"
I wondered if in his eyes, he'd see me gorgeous for just a while,
I wanted more of him,
He said I smelled like home,
So he made me his
He’d hold my hand and since my hands are always cold, he casually would say to me, wewe ndio umepata jiko
Just as a bird in a cage, the slightest opening made it fly
He flew off to the low-hanging clouds ready to come back to his ‘home’, or so I thought
We had missed our shot at love.
To lose a lover is to learn how to wake up to your emptiness,
To lose part of yourself in the process,
To relearn
To listen to Damien Rice
To peep at their blog and read pieces of them
To try to unlove them
To pretend y'all were strangers
When in reality you genuinely want them back.
The other time we talked he asked why I hadn’t written about him in my blog yet
And I spoke too quickly by saying I don’t write the things I hold dear
I guess I’m here to summarize our memory in forty four lines.
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