Four people have been killed, nine
injured in a terror strike. Russia continues
to bombard Ukraine while members
of the Opposition make arrangements
for people to rest while walking for unity
across the length of the country (the breadth
seems to have been excluded)! A young girl died
after being dragged for 12 kilometres. And COVID
seems to have lost its punch. There are pages
on pages of new year revelry, the best way
to keep your heels from chapping this winter,
the best buys, ten pouty reasons why
red lipstick is rocking the season. There is nothing
about you being gone for ten years and more,
nothing about your house we have made our own.
There is nothing on the effects of having to let go
nor the disquiet that sometimes surrounds my soul.
I rifle through the pages and turn (as always)
to the Sodoku. The numbers keep me
grounded. The numbers help me remember
ten (and more) reasons why I own you
and the bodies I call my own. So go and celebrate
a new page, a new turn of yet another year.
I will wait, where I always have. With your names
on my lips and a heart that remembers
the joys of having you in my life.