Sunday, October 19, 2014

The slip that whips and tortures my mind


Dear Nsohnwi,

Somehow I refused to believe that a day will ever come,
When a FuhNiba triggered amnesia rocks your mind so hard,
Because I screwed up,
Out of human frailty,
Not out of any malicious scheme to harm,
Not out of any Machiavellian concoction to hurt,
But only because I slipped,
Terrible slip but a slip all the same,
Like everyone invariably sometimes does,
Even though you held my hand I still managed to fall,
From my fallen state I heard you call.

Because I screwed up big time,
Fine memories of a beautiful past are suddenly obliterated,
As if they never ever happened or existed,
Leaving a vacuum of time and past experiences,
Work and toil of countless years rubbished thanks to a careless smear,
A whole armor is flung to an age of memory lapses by aching pain,
When mending could make it whole again,

While I am immeasurably sorry and share your pain,
I wish you wouldn’t forget so soon,
I prayed you’ll give second and third and fourth chances a chance,
I am held hostage by the nostalgic sting of everything we shared,
Confused by the memories of everything we dared,
Unable to understand why we cannot try to fix this,
I know you have been hurt, and wounded and devastated,
But I am here to try to make it right again,
This slip that tortures and whips my mind,
I take full responsibility so give me a chance to set us back on course.

Repentantly,

With a love that even this terrible slip could not diminish,

FuhNiba

Brussels © October 2014 afesehngwaHilary

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