Clutch

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

 

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

 

via Daily Prompt: Criticize

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