I used to write her love letters.
Scribbling my feelings on paper.
They’ve lost colour like old sweaters.
Euphoria turned into a collapsed skyscraper.
Gravity kept us down.
Severed wings.
I no longer wear her crown.
It’s been fatuous flings.
I used to write her love letters.
Bearing all, without refuge.
As patient as clutched fetters.
Thought we had something huge.
Gravity kept us down.
Awkward phone calls.
As distant as Cape Town.
Bottomless pitfalls.
Melo Mokhosi is a poet from Pretoria.