unspoken

{things unspoken, unsaid, unsent}

I wanted to tell you
. that I was boarding, that I’d landed,
. that I saw two giraffe kick,
. that hyaenas called,
. that my ink answered.

I wanted to show you
. . elephants crossing the river,
. . the bushbuck doe tiptoing to me,
. . impala lilies and bush willows,
. . the tail that I drew on my arm.

I wanted to say
. . . that sunset reminds me
. . . that uMadingeni is always yours,
. . . that always is too,
. . . that silence scars, that loneliness burns.

I wanted to say
. . . . hello,
. . . . howzit,
. . . . hi,
. . . . hi.

I wanted you
. . . . . to be where you always were,
. . . . . pushing me around, laughing
. . . . . when I pushed back,
. . . . . days that were easy (no matter what).

I wanted to say
. . . . . . goodnight,
. . . . . . sleep tight,
. . . . . . that dreams of a different flavour
. . . . . . and iKhwezi Lokusa are yours too.

I wanted to say
. . . . . . .  that there’s a hole in the world,
. . . . . . .  and it’s shaped like you.

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