I clutch on to
fragments of memory
,
fragments of could have beens
,
fragments of remains
a part of me
wishes were
more
–
Of you.
© Hudson Biko
Category: Journal
You
You
almost
meant
something
;
that scared me.
© Hudson Biko
Empty
In waves of unexpectation
it comes
crushing down
waves
they
call
sensation.
© Hudson Biko
Criticize
Their
pupils
converged
like pupils in rooms
waiting
for
classes.
Hiding
behind
fences
they called eyelashes
they
scattered
matches
Prepared to burn
in sojourns
before
they were extinguished.
Living those matches
burned and converged
in its remains
- calling it ashes.
© Hudson Biko
Seat
I stared at that seat.
unfilled.
asking myself why
I waited that long for you.
Today,
I stare at that seat,
filled,
asking myself why
I still do.
© Hudson Biko
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