Where Have You Gone?

Where have you gone?

I can’t seem to remember your number anymore,

That’s not a surprise because it seems you don’t call at all,

Lately, I’ve found myself decrepitly empty of feeling,

I can’t feel the cool of the water at my fingertips,

Just a bunch of expressionless faces,

Places of nothing,

Empty castles echoing post-revolution France.

I can’t seem to bring anything to the surface,

I’m unable to write, my heart, can’t bear the weight of my words,

My pen buckles and bends under the pressure of my needs,

The page an endless scrawl of graphite,

Sometimes I think maybe I just can’t do this writing thing,

My droopy, lazy wings would fall off under my command,

But my heart still years for it,

My body aches constantly,

I can’t keep up with this, can I?

– Yaone W. J. Kgabi a.k.a Po