KASAZILE

  BROKEN IMAGE Broken mirror couldn't mirror his broken image 20 Years confined in a companion confinement After long-treasured heart-wholy commitment Surprised his innocence with irreflectable brokenness Unpained with irreversible reversibility  Unbelievable, 20 years spent in custody of irony Letters playing with memories like they do on boards Triggering precious moments they'd bond Cant I run away from this memory Like pushing building's wall with your back With strength that can tell it can move He tried it on flashback; it kept creep-drawing back Refusing to buy she was innocent and she could prove

Part 1 "It started like..." I hadn't loved before I met her She was not attractive I genuinely loved her I met her with her drank man I got close slipped in with a chat to her man 'Bro, you got a good ride beside you,' I said 'It is a public carrier,' he said I gave her a stare with my eyebrows rised She stared back, 'I'm booked and parked,' she said It was not a vigil, at some point we'd vacate 'I will have a meal instead,' she'd advocate  Her man and I conversed with drinks till late It was almost midnight when we left He needed support as he staggered down the road I was okay, her man was her load Matatuu stopped, they boarded and drove off To the opposite direction, I took off Part 2 "...after a few days..." Gadget popped an incoming call Truecaller identified the caller as Grace I swiped up my phone, and accepted the call 'Hello', I remembered her voice, 'it's Grace' She called again, and again...