the air was cloaked
in strokes
of gaiety.
of beating
hearts.
of remembrances.
of yesterdays.
of nows gone.
and nows become.
of us here.
spilling goodbyes.
pouring.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Tirza van Dijk
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racing
The lights are falling into pools of moonlight
dripping across the night sky.
The windows are rolled down.
The music is playing.
The time is still.
You are there.
I am here.
There is a comfort
in the loudness
of the silence.
This is it.
© Hudson Biko
Overthought
Words knock at the precipice of lips
like scratched CDs stuck in players
looping in frequencies
of infrequency
–some things are harder to say
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Ian Dooley
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