But when I met you in the fluorescent lights of the Heart Institute corridors.
Your smile a parade of stars willing to open church doors to the sea lifting waters to the skies.
I was the ragged Ngalabi My poetry wouldn’t sound until I was hit.
I was just an unloved young man
living in the decades of No, No, No
drowning in the thick wads of my solitaire.
When you sounded your Yes,
My heart opened like floods,
washing away water drops that wet sad eyes.
Reading out loud spells that nursed where it hurteven when it hurt.
Hitting like a stray bullet leaving all the evidence behind that I bled with my own blood and your love healing it all
tipping all the scales that made my baggage lighter for your big heart.
But if my love couldn’t fit
in the song of your love.
Singing everything that happened,
that should not have happened.
I would like to go back into time
Steal away that lines
that made the fog cloud our journey of love
To make me make you proud
that my poetry may no longer be filled with regrets.