Oh, how I wish that this was a sonnet. Worthy of the love story we lived in my mind.
How I wish it was immortalising the love we shared and the beautiful family we built.
Oh, it was wonderful, our love lived on outside our bodies, it had your eyes and my smile.
Time became our treasure chest, keeping track of all the moment which made our hearts skip a beat.
Time was good to us, your beard never looked better as it started having more salt than pepper with the welcoming of our grandchildren.
Like fine wine, our love matured, and got better with age.
Like the solar system, we found our natural flow, moving separately and together at the same time.
What a wonderful life we lived.
As I mourn what could have been, I am at peace with letting it go.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 5:06 AM UTC
Excuse me
Excuse me if I am coming across a bit cold and clinical.
I have been a part of enough of these plays to know how they end.
Time, life and experience has taught me two things
One: I only have control over my own choices.
Two: other people's choices are not directly linked to my value.
Excuse me if I am
not crying at the end
Jack sinks with the Titanic
Romeo dies
Heathcliff dies
Augustus Waters dies
I believe you get the flow
I haven't met Mr Darcy
I am no one's bane of existence and the object of all their desires
The curtains are about to close
Take your bow
And let's go our separate ways
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
I almost forgot
It was a magic show.
Absorbed by the illusion
You created in this small arena.
As you stop and stare at me
For a minute
I believe it is real
I believe I am in love.
Engrossed in the illusion of us
Our love, our life, our future children,
Our…
The divinity of the Pluralism
The comfort of the possessive pronoun
‘MY MAN’
Guard down
Walls broken
I come running to your open arms
I leap….
The illusionist disappears.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
As I stand alone in traffic
Waiting...
Waiting for you.
I think this too shall pass.
Your indifference as you cross the street, without even a glance.
Wounds my heart.
As you speak on your phone, probably to someone important.
Just on que, rain drops start falling
As if the sky was saying, it's okay, let me cry for you.
This too shall pass.
Somehow the sun knew,
I needed to be covered.
I didn't need it's light putting a spotlight on my anguish.
You stopped for a moment
Looked over your shoulder.
Then you continued with your conversation.
I guessed it was very important.
I wasn't aware that the wind was standing next to me.
It whispered...
This too shall pass.
While it quickly blew the tear that had escaped.
The earth started moving,
It said, it's okay.
You don't have to move.
That's when I realized that my pain paralyzed me.
One foot in front of another.
The earth started moving my body home.
When we finally got home.
The earth said to me.
This too shall pass.
By Ethel M Maloka
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC