by Athi Nondzaba

Tears streaming down her face imitating a waterfall

There's nothing left to fight for, she gave it her all

Dreams of a love that tasted like candy, ever so sweet

Memories of his love, so bittersweet

Behind a closed door, she mourns a death that is yet to come

Every night she drinks just to make herself numb

It hurts too much to think so she finds solace in the drugs

Sometimes she smells his perfume left on her sweater from all the hugs

"Why won't he love me?", she wonders.

But how can he when she doesn't love herself?

"Why didn't he stay?"

How could he when she herself wanted to leave.

The haze of fading away. Photo by: Meric Tuna.

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