The Tenant
Na Ngubule There is no room for you In my heart. The only tenant Who ever lived there left Some luggage behind. I didn’t even evict her. She Simply left without a word. I keep hoping she will come Back and collect the luggage Or at least arrange for disposal Clean out the place, throw out Old memories. I could possibly live with The marks on the walls. Some Are completely indelible Some I even like But you see I am afraid that If it all goes, what will I do With all that empty space. Widget is loading comments...
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