at times am overwhelmed
about nothing
just sitting there alone
by the lagoon
and watching the foaming brine
bring in debris of all kinds
or taking a walk
on the dark side
and i cross the road
where the motel was
and see comfort workers
still hawking their stuff
but i turn and walk on by
at times like that
i recall your first cut
the times we necked
at the lagoon front
the things we did
at our heavenspot
you touched me in places
i didnt know exist
and i took you on journeys
that i cant now revisit
saw you now all
married and proper
a vicar's wife
fitted for the role
like the thread fits the needle
i begin to doubt if
it all didnt happen
maybe i hallucinate
two dozen times
over three years
or may be i break your heart
and you found god
and he showed you the vicar
who gave showed you peace
but am still walking in the shadows
behinds the trees were
we used to make love
and haunt the streets
were we rendevoused
am still thinking
why did i leave
and if i was the earth
and you were the leaf
why in the name of newton
did you not come back to me
at times overwhelmed
by the aboundance of nothing
i compose this corny lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the story of the poem and your tone, Kibaati! it is real and those of us who have been there before can relate with it, . nice piece! more, poems please! ! !