Dear Diane 1

In such occasions where the heart yearns for your heat how would I recover the sorrow, the pillow no longer drips with tears it leaks the yeast of sadness It drills with grills that has chilly taste of fist The face I’ve came to known is disappearing slowly dispersing drifting in a shallow whipped stream strangely it strangles the anger of hate I have to carry that I couldn’t fight for you enough I couldn’t hold my pinky promise I couldn’t keep you, let along see you again I’d wish death upon my dreadful drearily but this light of your skin reminds me the moon once covered the sun and all went dark As little hope the was the fear that each earth dwellers had was enough to confess their sins Since your last text purged my day I hope the memories that we made embrace the emotional route it straightened because it was real not forgery I somehow wish to stop whipping I hope I start shifting just to let in the breeze Your eyelids would forever impair my ability Ashleigh Ngoqo