Outlier

You came and asked him why he stood there.

Staring into his eyes

Cold as ice

With words melting

Into ears

That for years

Could only hear

Your voice.

 

As we stood there

,

Like Outliers

,

Without words

Because we were never heard

Because we never had

Any words

To say

Anyway

Because each time

He came with you

,

Like ice

melting

into your eyes

That for years

Could only hear

Your voice.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

Photograph: Romain Lours