Spilt Milk Poem by Ziyanda KUBONI

I smile as a faint memory of you flips through the pages of my mind.
You were and still are one of a kind.
We were sewn together by destiny
Oh and how could I ever forget our chemistry?
It came so naturally
We were practically intertwined spiritually
You gave me an unforgettable night of intimacy
Not only physical, but you dug deeper into my soul
Filling the empty hole
You worshipped my body
I was for your eyes only
Now you are just a memory
A vestige of what was
You are a part of my symphony
My thoughts of you fight to escape behind bars
I hold on tighter to the image I have of you in my head
Skin as soft as silk
But then again, it's futile to cry over spilt milk.
- ZIYANDA KUBONI