By Humairah J.
You talk to me of Pluto -
how it no longer exists, & why certain
smiles never leave your memory.
How you stood waiting for the train
at the wrong platform. Why you think
blue is the colour of longing. How
twenty years later, mother earth
will melt all its glaciers. You tell me
about the songs that remind you of places,
of people, of leaving. Your curiosity
in cities. How the earth never stopped
orbiting round the sun. How the sun
never stopped burning. I lay open,
pressed against the wall abloom.
Spring is ending soon. The wind catches
your words and carries them away.
I breathe in the rays of sun. Rain melting
on these rose-coloured tongues.
The nights have not been kind. I await
summer when I'd shine, brightest
colours in a striking red. My honey
leaves a distaste in your mouth. You talk
in whispered verses now. Cloaked
in morning light, I look on in silence
while the seasons change.
I know, yet I still I listen
to every word you never said.
Photo by Zahirah Rosdan