Liebenberg Ndlovu


Hollow Presence

Is it true that you do not say?
Say that you heard me cry and looked away
As fragments of my life slowly ticked past
Like grains of sand in an hour glass

Is it true that your hand could reach
But sadly I went for so long with out its touch.
So I head the door to our worlds was a mirror,
And your absence held it up like a giant pillar.

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