I
miss
you
too
;
I’ll never tell you that
Miss
I
miss
you
too
;
I’ll never tell you that
Somethings
It’s fascinating how somethings
have the capability to
mean
so much
whilst
meaning
nothing at all.
© Hudson Biko
Nothings
A
day
descends
into
a
summation
of
nothings
;
calling it unproductivity.
Devastation
You could feel the anticipation
simmering in a pot of
silence.
Each glance
convinced by their
own conviction
Each glance
transfixed on their actions,
each heavy with expectation
Expectations
that were eventually
unfulfilled.
Leaving me,
applauding,
as my young heart
was slowly shattered,
scattered
then
left in own tatters
to rebuild itself.
The fractions
of consolation
and compassion
inconsequential
as anticipation simultaneously
morphed into a combination
of aggravation
and desolation.
Because my young heart
didn’t simmer in anticipation
and expectation,
it was suffocated by it
©
Redefined
Redefined trajectories
are
facets
of
a/the
greater
trajectory.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Wil Stewart
