How is she?
Still naive?
Still innocent?
Still wearing rose tinted glasses?
Yeah. She was always like that.
One with a big forgiving heart like a rain-fed field that only knew to see the good in others.
*
How is she?
Still watching him?
Still loving him?
Still abandoning herself?
Yeah. She was always like that.
One with a big guileless heart like a light-fed forest that only knew how to give.
**
How is she?
Still singing for you?
Still caressing your cheeks?
Still hoping you could be her’s?
Yeah. She was always like that.
One with a big bountiful heart like a magic-fed dream that only knew how to conjure miracles.
***
Well, I ain’t her.
Left her that noon in your arms.
Never knowing I would never get to meet her again.
Or you.
How are you, my love?
Still cream with a patch of pink and blue?
Still open and benevolent like you once were?
Still hoping for one last glance from me?
Yeah. You were always like that I suppose.
One with a big motherly heart like a trust-fed sky welcoming strangers into your bosom as if they were your own.
****
Behind the scenes:
Written for the #WDYS Prompt Challenge by Sadje.
This picture reminded me of a cozy room I lived in for four months of my life, somewhere under the big beautiful sky of Nairobi, Kenya.
Painted in a warm creamy tone with flashes of pink and blue lines snaking up the walls. With a bedspread like the sky awash with cornflowers and pastel pink peonies. A blue door with checkered glass panes. Biscuit brown curtains that smelled of home and sunshine. A sofa that could only be compared to soft clouds of the spring time.
A man who looked a lot like chocolate chip ice-cream with roasted, salted and glazed hazelnuts hiding and surprising us when we least expect it to.
And the woman I once was while I was sharing myself with him, the room and the skies of Kenya. Who dreamed a dozen dreams with him every single day. Of life under the African sun. Of immeasurable happiness under the welcoming arms of a new world conjured only in dreams.
The poem is a conversation with the beautiful room I once loved and lived in. Enquiring about the whereabouts of a version I left far behind…who is probably still pouring into a love that is long gone. Her naivete, I don’t miss! Innocence though…that is surely a trait I wish I hadn’t foregone. Alas…
The cozy room I still miss. Where sleep came with ease and laughter filled the days as much as tears at night.
A room that enveloped me as her own child and left behind a memory that promises never to fade.
A room where I left behind a version of me that was a lot like a child; believing and trusting that love will conquer everything — minds, hearts, fears, doubts, borders and distance.
A room with the sad tale of an improbable love story that failed to find its destiny.
A room that has welcomed many like me into it’s fold yet hopefully remembers me best as the naive one who never tired of giving.
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P.S. Thank you Sadje for the prompt and the picture. That was a remembrance of a memory well cherished in my memory palace!
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