Jack for Jill
School yard , starry night,
Pride and poverty.
Dew on grass, wet like tear.
for years towards,
who adored me, left me, allured me, bullied me,
forgave me, followed me,
who in haste, passed me.
She had become a mother of three,
yet wrote no more.
her fables stayed with the stone bridge,
where we departed young.
She dropped out,
married a pen pal,
whose eye burnt blind,
building their home.
The other sweetheart,
had velvet skin and garnet-like pupils.
had paired my verses at science class.
Now a teacher,
still drinking steamy boiled water,
she blew, sipped,
inhaling as if for the aroma of tea.
with her little family
we tied the loose end that loosened thereafter
That year I was thirty.
I was the solution, the companion, the fighter,
I was justice, courage, and protection.
By many a beauty admired and befriended,
city to city, failure by failure, falsely seen as a heroine,
Obliviously desperate … …
Till at the airport, he walked towards me like a lord.
Every penny dropped .
His eyes pure and innocent,
like those of a baby when mother leans over to check.
his shoulders warm and broad,
and his hand holding mine tight.
He is the reason why I fought, I realise,
and the home of my heart.