Oh what were the joys back then?
In the simplest way we’d tend to
each-others wounds, licking the blood saltier than sea and heal the ends.
It was never difficult when…
That was the trend, although too
natural we lent our time to lie on each-others side, by side, by side – like a
cube stationary in space and time, Schrödinger’s Cat vol-you-tile.
It was all too different when you
meant…
The bending backwards that made
my spine auto-correct, the alignment of my shock-ras, when the world was not
content with covering our faces.
It put me in dark places.
The spaces that wore a nice
black-on-white styled piece - that was the time I understood fashion emotionally
- we did an experiment I wore white latex gloves.
I never experienced that
excitement.
But it was always vibes when we’d
shoot the shots and chat the times, laugh and giggle, sober and high,
melancholy and delighted whenever we’d eye-to-eye.
A moth flew in my tea.
The dust it dissipated reminded
me of a cold winters night outside those doors, we’d talk and come to light, it
felt so right so nice, those stars the crowd
to our comedy.
I remember one about a girl.
And this wasn’t you it was him,
that locational coincidence coincided our lives, he knew my name before he met
me so fate was destined in that timeline.
We were all there, back then.
I had dreams after I left of
others that weren’t the same or you or them, one of them of my ‘ex’ I hated her
guts in there, I’ve never seen you in stages of sleep.
But the memories I hold dear to
me.
Although my mind is a clouded and
forgetful shade of grey, memories of then piercing reminiscent light that take
me back.
To my favourite place, to those
always cold days, to those relationships that could have worked, to those
emotional explorations, to that last light, last laughs and to that last hug
I’ll never forget.
Nkazimulo Mvemve
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Matriculant 2019
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