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Feb 2018
She greeted me as a brother , our talks seemed a bother. She just looked at me as her usual stranger. Nothing new just the cold ambers.
The as we were leaving, I heard she was to pass by his place, to leave him some case. Just the mention of his name, her eyes lit, she had a tremor and in her eyes I saw it.
Just like a propane filled house explodes, she welled.
Uneasiness came over her, and like a teenager, she was just longing for his touch.
It might not be a wonder that she had him in her, it might just be that her heart was fully for him. And know am just the shell, she lit her old fires and they long and burn for him.
Each dreams she has is about what ifs, how life would have been different with me out of the picture and him in.
Its complex now, there kids to deal with, and the society look.

Thou in another place another country her hearts passes the bounders and enjoys his embrace, though on phone, or social media.

Its hand to pretend, when an old flame has been lit
Written by
ALEX mbuni IKINGI  Meru Kenya
(Meru Kenya)   
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