It is your eyes that is killing me
When i scroll through hidden albums
Pinching using both fingers
Scrolling up those years
Staying careful in these times
many photos after our dance
I do not want to lose touch
Life metrics on your face
You on the other side
A still in time
I, present now
–
It was always your eyes that killed me
Your eyes washing away the mud
clearing the purple spell
cast on the southern blue
And many such kinds
Your letters from the Pretoria hills
A mix of strong wind from September
In my head or mind
I recollect many painted pictures
Words on a canvass
–
Sorry,
The building holding us
Forgetting about what you knew
Am I new to you?
An answer maybe
The train ride beyond
If nothing else
I knew I made you think
I did
You held your voice
I told you it was okay
I embraced all of you
Yet I missed your better half
Timing is all i want to say
I know i know
I refuse to say the first words of this
Strong beams holding me back
SIMPLE WORLD 