I am standing here. Still. On the edge of the street
Where we once stood and I learnt to mouth the words,
“I could love you”.
I am still standing here. Always. On the corner of Dixon Street
Where your thoughts became actions that enfolded me into a
cocoon of loneliness.
Loneliness with you. With you.
You see, standing shoulder to shoulder with you
My heart beat to the rhythm of your absence of affection.

I am standing. Here. My world is full of everyone else but me.
My mind is running. Sprinting on a treadmill of yearning.
Yearning for a glance from your soul.
Your empty soul. Poor soul. Wretched. Desolate.
Cars whizzing past and playing songs I thought I knew.
I know nothing. I feel everything.

I was standing here. But now I am gone.
I am lost in torrents of words.
Words with lots of weight and no depth.

I was. Standing. Still. Here.

Frank Malaba © 2014


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Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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