I have learned to live with
you not here. Not so well
with just myself.
I was better with you.
This procession now, alone, is slow,
mishaps, mistakes abound.
Memory, enhanced by a sweet
Orange liquor, you, quietly caring,
I can continue.
I have learned to live with
you not here. Not so well
with just myself.
I was better with you.
This procession now, alone, is slow,
mishaps, mistakes abound.
Memory, enhanced by a sweet
Orange liquor, you, quietly caring,
I can continue.
All the memories and feelings still hold true. It is your birthday, and I am so much older now. Navigating these seas has not always been easy and this shore, perhaps not one you would’ve chosen. Nonetheless, you now reside here, in my heart.
Eleven years ago.
This date is sacred to me.
I am saddened whenever I hear of another
going through such sorrow.
Yet on this sacred day,
call it Epiphany, King’s Day, Nollaig na Mbabane,
or just grief,
what happened this day angers me as much that day recast me.
And those who voted for and espoused
the lies
enough to attack the government,
when they chose sedition, they crossed the line of kind.
They are beyond shame.